The two were talking when several men from Asia came over, immediately separating Qin Xin and the girl with the ponytail.
The man leading them was very robust, with a tattooed arm like Charlie's, speaking as cold as steel and as precise as a machine: "Where does this poor girl come from? Stay away from our Miss Sara. If you don't leave quickly, my fists aren't just for show!"
Qin Xin's gaze swept over the man's neck.
Didn't notice any wing mark.
She calmly asked, "Are you a racer?"
Miss Sara proudly replied, "This is our country's best racer, Matthew. Don't think you can be smug just because you tricked Charlie and Jack. They're nothing; Matthew is the real king of racing in our country."
A slight smile appeared on Matthew's steel-like face, "Thank you for the acknowledgment, Miss."
Looking at Sara, his expression unexpectedly showed a hint of warmth.
Qin Xin wasn't in the mood to watch their flirtations, only saying to Sara, "Remember, if you lose the bet, call me daddy."
