"Why should I agree to race you?"
Faced with the girl's challenge, Jiang Siming found it baffling.
The girl refused to let it go. "You're a racer too. Racing means you have to fight for first place, otherwise there's no point. Don't you think so?"
Jiang Siming asked, amused, "Why do you think I'm a racer? Who told you that?"
"Aren't you?"
"I'm really not."
"Impossible!" The girl grew anxious. She would never believe that Jiang Siming wasn't a racer.
"What's impossible about it? Mr. Jiang isn't a racer to begin with. He has plenty of identities, and every one of them is more important than being a racer," Dani snorted.
The girl still refused to believe it. She pressed Jiang Siming, asking, "Then how are your driving skills so good?"
"I'm an old hand. How could I take girls along if my driving skills weren't good?" Jiang Siming replied without thinking.
"Huh?" All the girls immediately turned their gazes toward him.
Jiang Siming hurriedly corrected himself. "I mean, I've been driving for a long time. Whether I'm driving alone or taking someone along, my skills are good."
Damn, I almost exposed myself.
"Just because you've been driving for a long time?" the girl asked suspiciously.
"Yeah. The more I drove, the better I got."
"I don't believe you. You must be lying to me. I have to race you!" The girl seemed to have taken a blow and refused to accept Jiang Siming's explanation.
"I'm not interested, and I don't have time to race you. Come on, we still have a game to play. We won't hold back from taking your head." Jiang Siming not only refused her, but also intended to kill her.
The girl grew terribly anxious. She wasn't afraid that Jiang Siming would kill her; she