"But... for a mid-engine rear-wheel-drive car to start smoothly, you need to control the left foot's pressure at the clutch's biting point. That way, you can get better traction,"
"Holy shit, holy shit," Gan Wenchang clutched the handle tightly, his face showing panic, "Bro, I've never offended you in the past, can you let me out of the car, please?"
"Too late!" Xu Qingyan shouted, "Here goes nothing!"
With a hum, he started the car normally.
Gan Wenchang jumped, only to find it was a false alarm.
"Damn it!"
"Steamed bun? Not convinced?" Xu Qingyan was just teasing him, if he really wrecked the little van, he wouldn't even know how to explain it to the props department.
Xu Qingyan was used to driving Boss Pei's A8 and had also driven Lin Wanzhou's Panamera. Honestly, his car handling skills had become quite good, but driving the little van was still an eye-opener.
"The little van has a ridiculously good field of view; it's like it's got a cheat on."