SCREECH!
BANG!
Not expecting Qin Lin to dare stop his car instead of fleeing, the speeding Porsche driver failed to react in time and swerved head-on into a roadside tree.
"What the fuck is wrong with your driving?"
SLAP!
Ma Ningyuan's head slammed against the seat. Rubbing his forehead, he backhanded the driver, Shen Zhao, across the face. "You useless waste!"
"I'm sorry."
Though he felt wronged, the slapped Shen Zhao didn't dare to retaliate.
"Hmph." Ma Ningyuan sneered, stepping out of the car. He arrogantly leaned against the hood, lit a cigarette, and watched contemptuously as Qin Lin got out of the Land Rover.
When he saw Tang Kexin next to Qin Lin, however, Ma Ningyuan's eyes lit up with surprise. He truly hadn't expected Qin Lin to have such a way with women, to be surrounded by such beauties!
"Ma Ningyuan."
Qin Lin eyed him with amusement. "Haven't learned your lesson from falling flat on your face yesterday? Here to court death again?"
"Qin Lin, you bastard!"
