"Hmph, fine... I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you this favor. Let's go!"
Although Jiang Xinying was somewhat doubtful, Mo Yang did have a certain reputation around here, and bowing deeply in public was indeed quite embarrassing. What if he reneges on his promise later?
"Generosity befits a beauty! Consider it a favor owed to you by Mo Yang!"
Mo Yang praised, but a fleeting coldness flickered across his lips, unnoticed. Then he took out his phone and, while Jiang Xinying wasn't looking, stealthily sent a text message.
However, Jiang Xinying was completely unaware of the conspiracy orchestrated by Mo Yang. Currently, she was absorbed in the exhilaration of her racing victory, oblivious to the unfolding danger.
Although it was Zhu Bufan who helped her win this race, Jiang Xinying felt a great sense of satisfaction, having at least caused Mo Yang to lose this time.
Jiang Xinying was considering whether she should treat Zhu Bufan better in the future.
