Half an hour later.
Two Ferraris, one fiery red and the other bright yellow, streaked into the brilliantly lit Magic City International Racetrack, one behind the other.
The thunderous roar of their engines echoed over the track, making hearts tremble.
A large crowd of fashionably dressed men and women had already gathered. More than a dozen supercars of every description sat in the parking area beside the track, the cheapest of them a Porsche 911. Several were top-tier monsters whose brands even Chen Lin couldn't recognize.
Qin Chuxia stared wide-eyed at the professional facilities, a little stunned.
"You race at proper racetracks? Not on winding mountain roads out in the wilderness?"
Qin Feng looked at her with the peculiar expression of someone examining a prehistoric creature.
"My dear little sister, could you read fewer romance webnovels? We race for thrills, not to get ourselves killed!"
Qin Chuxia: "..."
Just then, a tall, thin young man in a professional racing suit spotted Qin Feng and Qin Chuxia and immediately jogged over.
"Chuxia, you... what are you doing here?"
His gaze stayed fixed on Qin Chuxia as though glued to her, his face betraying nervousness and delight he couldn't conceal.
Qin Chuxia gave him no warmth whatsoever.
"Cut the crap! Bai Xiaojun, didn't you say you wanted to race? Then hurry up and get started!"
She couldn't wait to watch Chen Lin show what he could do.
"O-okay."
The man named Bai Xiaojun hurriedly nodded, inwardly cursing himself for being so hopeless. Why did he turn into a nervous, lovestruck middle schooler every time he saw Qin Chuxia?
Then his gaze landed on Chen Lin beside her.
He stood six foot one, straight and tall as a pine, with an exceptional air about him. His face was so handsome that even Bai