In the Ferrari, Nie Wenling slowly opened her eyes and gasped, "I'm not dead?"
"Of course you're not dead. Did you really want us to be a pair of ghostly lovers in Hell?"
Ye Luo said with a smile.
"Ah, you bastard, you scared me to death."
Nie Wenling yelled at Ye Luo, then her brows furrowed slightly, and she abruptly turned her head to look at the dazzling flames in the night.
"What happened there?"
"We didn't die, that so-called King of Racing from the Goryeo Kingdom went off the track and died," Ye Luo said casually.
"What?"
Nie Wenling's face changed instantly.
"It's his own fault, anyway. That King of Racing's driving skills weren't that great. He couldn't even beat me, and I've only driven a few times," Ye Luo hummed with a sneer.
"Are you sure you've only driven a few times?"