At the foot of Qifeng Mountain, two beams of light shone from the distance. A red figure came speeding over and arrived in an instant—it was the Ferrari.
The door opened, and the figures of Nie Wenling and Ye Luo emerged. At that moment, Lu Qing, accompanied by a group of people, also walked over.
"Wen Ling, you actually brought this guy here. Do you really trust his driving skills that much?"
Lu Qing's eyes swept coldly over Ye Luo before turning to Nie Wenling.
"I don't know if his driving skills are good, but they should be enough to deal with you,"
Nie Wenling said with a smile, her lips pursed.
"Is that so?"
Lu Qing revealed a cunning smile and said, "It's a pity that the person racing him today isn't me."
"What? It's not you?"
Nie Wenling frowned slightly and looked at Lu Qing.
"Since you can find someone to race in your place, naturally, so can I."