Bai Su paused briefly, then the corners of his mouth curved up into a relaxed smile, lazy and carefree, "Your driving skills are pretty good; have you raced before?"
Rong Zhi: "Not many times."
Bai Su's peach blossom eyes flickered slightly, his brows raised casually, "Such good driving skills with not many races, that's impressive."
Rong Zhi replied nonchalantly, "I have a natural gift."
Her casual tone carried a hint of arrogance and defiance.
The pure white car glimmered like the only star in the darkness, slicing through the fog-draped night like a fierce and swift cheetah.
This didn't seem like someone who hadn't raced much.
Bai Su propped his chin, looking at her, with a half-smile.
Rong Zhi's face remained emotionless, as if indifferent to everything.
Being doubted and probed was of little concern.
The rumble outside the car grew louder, with black clouds pressing down, and the temperature inside dropped further.
She pressed her lips together, feeling a bit cold.
