It was an unnecessary question. Among that group of people, only Lin Zhiying was a professional racing driver. Besides, it was a mountain road with certain angles and turns.
Qin Guan, who cherished his life, made the right choice.
It was a pity that he was too careless to notice Hu Jun and Xiu Qing’s expressions. They were grinning widely without any sympathy.
The car roared away, leaving dust and smoke behind it. The roads of Zhejiang Province were quite smooth. There were bright street lamps all along them, helping drivers see even in the dark.
Qin Guan sat at the passenger seat. As they drove on, the road gradually became steep and narrow. Not long after, they went through three curves.
The only advantage was that there were no other cars on the road. They just relaxed and drove at full speed.
"Okay, here it is! Get some rest first. The official race will start later." Lin Zhiying reached the clearing on the mountainside first.
