Boom!
After safely passing that deadly curve, the sports car surged under Zhu Bufan's hands, its speed suddenly increasing.
Jiang Xinying was completely stunned by the sight.
With her delicate hand covering her pretty face, Jiang Xinying appeared immensely shocked before she quickly recovered, tightly hugging Zhu Bufan's body and excitedly shouting, "Bufan, you were so cool just now!"
"Stop fawning over me! We were both nearly done for just now. If we want to win this race, just sit tight!"
Bufan's voice was filled with absolute dominance, carrying an irrefutable tone of command.
It wasn't that Bufan wanted to win this race for Jiang Xinying, but rather, he had noticed something fishy about Mo Yang during the race. If they were to lose, an unexpected conspiracy could unfold.
Anyway, things cannot proceed according to Mo Yang's plan.
"Okay! I'll listen to you!"
