Duan Lao heard the words and felt embarrassed.
He wasn't a professional racing driver because he didn't have the time to regularly participate in races, okay?
Obviously, some lord didn't care about that.
Qu Tan'er walked around the car once, patted it, and seeing Mo Liancheng still standing by the car, she teased, "Chengcheng, are you tempted to try it out?"
"A little bit."
"But you...?" What she meant was, could he drive?
Before Mo Liancheng could reply, Duan Lao laughed and said, "If you want to drive, just go and try it. There's still time before the evening event starts."
"Really?" Mo Liancheng's eyes lit up, eager to have a go.
"Of course." Duan Lao was very generous. "Here, let me time you. Just like I just did, run a lap. Although it's not very difficult, I usually train this way—" He stopped mid-sentence because Mo Liancheng had already climbed into the driver's seat and begun to buckle up.
