In the Maybach.
Extreme racing was underway.
Mu Anan watched as Zong Zhengyu rushed across the road at the last second when the red light turned yellow.
She stole a glance at Seventh Master.
He was impressed by Seventh Master's driving skills. He did not break any rules throughout the entire journey.
Perhaps she could take it that Seventh Master's driving skills had improved and should be pleased.
"Seventh Master?" Mu Anan called out tentatively.
"Why?"
Zong Zhengyu replied with a single word.
He turned the steering wheel while staring at the rearview mirror. When the car turned, he operated the steering wheel with one hand and pressed his other hand on Mu Anan's shoulder.
This was to prevent Mu Anan from tilting forward due to inertia.
Zong Zhengyu was only relieved when the car returned to a straight line.
Mu Anan's nervous heart slowly calmed down.