Who the hell drives a sedan like it's a race car!
Nan Jiaojiao's scalp was about to explode, while the one next to her, Lu Zhenzhen, was gripping the steering wheel with a cold and indifferent expression, her eyes resolutely focused on the road ahead.
As if she was about to take all of them to their doom!
Gao Zhe leaned forward, coaxing soothingly, "Zhenzhen, slow down, there's no rush."
Lu Zhenzhen ignored him.
Gao Zhe added, "Don't scare Jiaojiao."
Only then did Lu Zhenzhen slow down.
Gao Zhe fixed her with a look, blinking slowly after a while, and then sat back down, but his gaze remained on her.
Nan Jiaojiao's heart was pounding heavily; she felt like she had grown more delicate with time. She wasn't scared of this kind of stuff in the past, she had driven real race cars before, and that speed was like a kid driving a toy car. But her outcry just now was genuine fear.
When she got out, her legs were trembling.
