Jiang Chengsi was still in the corner, gnashing his teeth in anger, when Jiang Jinsang walked over, "Still watching? Did you figure anything out?"
"I'm sure, among the car enthusiasts in Beijing, there's no one like her. She probably hasn't joined any club or team." Jiang Chengsi pursed his lips, "And her driving style is kind of unorthodox, it should be..."
"Self-taught."
Jiang Jinsang didn't understand these things, he just smirked and said:
"The conclusion here is that you, who went through formal training, lost to someone self-taught?"
"..."
Jiang Chengsi became depressed again.
"Stop watching, the wedding is about to start." Jiang Jinsang came over just to remind him it was time to take their seats.
Once they sat down, Jiang Chengsi was still staring at messages in various groups, everyone was unfamiliar, and there were lots of guesses about her identity, most thinking she's a professional racer from some car team.
