In a high-class, tranquil Western-style restaurant, three women and one man sat at a table.
Gu Qimiao awkwardly smiled and nudged Gu Moming with her elbow, signaling him to say something.
However, he just glanced at her, maintaining silence with an aloof expression.
The middle-aged woman across from them started speaking: "Xiao Gu, I heard you are a professional racer?"
Gu Qimiao looked at Gu Moming and saw him lounging lazily, so she quickly nodded on his behalf: "Yes, my brother has won many championships!"
"Our Miaomiao also likes watching races."
"Liking races but not knowing I'm a professional racer?" Gu Moming coldly interjected, directly exposing the lie. It made sense, after all, few who watched races wouldn't know "Death Racer" Gu Moming.
The woman awkwardly smiled: "I'm older, so I don't really get it, but Miaomiao knows."
But Gu Moming irrelevantly said: "But I think your Miaomiao is a bit too tall."
