Zhao Zhoufan's sudden appearance stunned the onlookers.
The Racing God, celebrated as the Love Saint, had actually stepped forward to invite a girl to ride along with him. How many years had it been since that last happened?
Many of his female fans glared at Mo Duoduo through gritted teeth, seething with envy and jealousy!
Jun Wangchen's expression darkened as he looked at Zhao Zhoufan, who had appeared out of nowhere.
Fuck, trying to steal my fangirl right in front of me? Got a death wish?
He was just about to snap at Zhao Zhoufan when Mo Duoduo came through for him. She gave Zhao Zhoufan an indifferent glance and said coldly, "Sorry, I already have plans."
"Beautiful lady, plans can always be changed." The corner of Zhao Zhoufan's eye twitched, but he seemed unwilling to give up.
Mo Duoduo looked at him frostily. "Is something wrong with your ears?"
The smile on Zhao Zhoufan's face vanished, replaced by a dark scowl as his cheeks burned.
He had never expected Mo Duoduo to reject him so bluntly, without sparing him even a shred of dignity.
"Beautiful lady, won't you feel embarrassed sticking with someone who's going to lose?"
"Embarrassed?" Mo Duoduo pursed her lips, then asked with a faint smile, "He isn't going to lose, so why would I be embarrassed?"
"He isn't going to lose?" Zhao Zhoufan seemed to have heard a monumental joke. Instead of getting angry, he laughed. "Fine. Since you trust him so much, beautiful lady, I won't force the issue. Of course, if you still trust him this much ten minutes from now, I'll admit defeat."
With that, Zhao Zhoufan straightened up, his face dark with barely contained humiliation and anger, and climbed straight into the Sky Wolf Racing Car.
He had made up his