After giving Su Xuan a cold glance, the Maserati owner immediately returned to his Maserati and quickly drove away.
The Ferrari rear-ended the Maserati, just a scratch on the paint, which wouldn't affect the Maserati's utility.
Su Xuan's lips curled into a smile as he looked at Red Scorpion sitting in the passenger seat.
"Wife, how was that? Isn't your husband amazing? Buying a Ferrari and almost getting a Maserati of almost the same value!"
Red Scorpion chuckled, glanced at Su Xuan, and then spoke.
"You haven't even won their race, how can it already be 'your Maserati'!"
"Wife, I'm so hurt, you actually don't believe in my skills. Racing, which is a necessary skill for men, I have mastered to perfection!" Su Xuan continued to talk intermittently.
Red Scorpion's face bore a smile the whole time as she looked at Su Xuan in the driver's seat.
"Skills can't be bragged about!"
