On the city roads, a blue Maserati was steadily driving among the other cars.
It wasn't that Li Jing didn't want to speed up; it's just that there were too many cars and traffic lights in the city. Even the fastest cars had to obey the traffic rules.
Zhang Xinxin, sitting in the passenger seat, deliberately opened the window, happily looking around as if all the scenery outside the car was more beautiful when sitting in a sports car.
In the back, nearly six-foot-three Huang Jun sat curled up like a doll squished in a packing box by the manufacturer, tilting his head.
Initially, Zhang Ling could still handle the backseat, but after Huang Jun sat next to her, the space shrank to the extreme, forcing her to sit tightly against the door without daring to show any dissatisfaction on her face.
For both of them, the first experience of riding in a sports car was far from enjoyable.
