"Lin Tian, that move of yours was pretty wicked, but it's really satisfying," said Mu Binglan, who unusually agreed with Lin Tian.
"Driving a convertible sports car and acting all arrogant, just teaching them a lesson," Lin Tian replied casually, not thinking he'd done anything significant. If it were a big deal, he'd have dismantled the Ferrari long ago.
He could crush the Ferrari with one slap.
Zhao Weitao hung back, not daring to charge forward again. He's never felt such frustration while driving a sports car.
The further they drove, the worse the road conditions became. The car's suspension system didn't disappoint Lin Tian, filtering out a lot of vibrations, making it not too uncomfortable for the passengers inside.
"Mr. Lin, road conditions are getting worse. Should we raise the car's chassis?" asked Little Ya.
Lin Tian was slightly taken aback, surprised. "This car can raise its chassis?"
