Yang Su's Hopes

"Young Master Jiang, where to?"

Zhang Yang might not have been able to match a professional racer, but among amateurs, his driving skills were well above average.

Once they reached the Ring Expressway, he kept the car hovering at the speed limit and changed lanes constantly.

Even a luxury car could not stay steady under such aggressive driving. In the cramped back seat, Jiang Chi was tossed from side to side, banging his arms and legs against the interior.

"Careful, careful... Ah... The car, the car..."

Cheng Dongxue grew agitated and kept warning Zhang Yang that his driving was dangerous.

But Zhang Yang knew how good a driver he was. He needed no reminders. He was having a blast, and the commotion behind him only delighted him more.

"Splendid... Garden... Ugh..."

Jiang Chi could barely get the words out. He started retching.

"Don't throw up in here. This car's expensive."

Zhang Yang grinned as he warned him. Jiang Chi forced it back down, unwilling to embarrass himself in front of Zhang Yang.

"Young Master Jiang, where did you say?"

Zhang Yang had heard him perfectly. With his hearing, he could have made out Jiang Chi's words through far more noise. But he pretended he had not heard and asked again.

"Splendid Garden..."

Jiang Chi repeated it.

"Right! One passenger for Splendid Garden. We'll be there in no time!"

With that, Zhang Yang focused on driving and sped along.

Cheng Dongxue was frightened. She worried that Zhang Yang's aggressive driving would attract the police, which would mean real trouble. She also feared an accident. At this speed, the consequences could be severe.

More importantly, Cheng Dongxue had no idea how skilled Zhang Yang was behind the wheel. She could not feel at ease.

They sped the whole way and soon reached