"Sure! No problem, as long as you don't get mad at me."
Lux readily agreed and turned to prepare in her own car.
Schumacher walked up to Jiang Siming, his gaze sharp as he stared at him warningly.
"I'm warning you. I don't care who you are or how much power you have. I won't allow you to get close to my daughter, much less make her your next girlfriend. You'll have to step over my dead body first!"
Jiang Siming looked at Schumacher and smiled brightly.
"Why would I have to step over your dead body to get your daughter? What if she falls for me first and chases after me?"
Schumacher's face stiffened. He cursed him as a bastard, then left with a cold expression.
Jiang Siming spread his hands. "Sigh, being handsome is really exhausting~"
Seeing Schumacher get the worst of it, Jiang Siming's mood, which had been gloomy all afternoon, improved considerably.
He went to the race car Lux had prepared for him and simply got inside without preparing anything.
Forget a racing suit—he couldn't even be bothered to put on a helmet.
Seeing him look like such an amateur, Schumacher sneered repeatedly.
He was certain Jiang Siming was merely an amateur pretending to be impressive and didn't understand racing at all.
"Good girl, show him your very best. Leave him far behind and make him embarrass himself in front of everyone!"
Schumacher urged her.
Although Lux disagreed with Schumacher's plan to deliberately humiliate Jiang Siming, she would still give it her all.
The two cars drove to the starting line and lined up side by side.
As the lights flashed, Lux shot forward like an arrow released from a bow.
Jiang Siming, on the other hand, started leisurely. He didn't look like he was racing