Today, Jiayin stirred up such a scene; he probably needs some quiet time alone.
The two exchanged a glance before driving off separately.
After bidding farewell to the others, Ye Wuge didn't say another word to anyone else. He directly drove towards the mountaintop in the suburbs, speeding all the way.
The accelerator beneath his foot was pushed to the floor, the numbers on the dashboard climbing at an alarming rate, and even the scenery outside the windows gradually became a blur.
Occasional pedestrians on the road cried out in shock, their voices rushing past his ears like sharp gusts of wind.
On the mountain road, groups of young heirs were racing cars with their companions, women laughing in the passenger seats for entertainment. Ye Wuge's car roared past the edge of road cliffs without a hint of hesitation.
Whistles erupted everywhere in response, and some drivers behind him sped up to chase after him, wanting to compete.
