It was a little after 5 PM, and the evening sky was ablaze with a brilliant sunset. Zhou Luan was in the passenger seat of the Lamborghini.
Traffic was already building up on North Ring Road, but Lin Chu was still weaving through it at high speed, like a nimble fish.
Still, the ride was smooth.
But Zhou Luan was still a little scared. Several times, she felt like they were about to rear-end the car in front of them.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa…"
"Slow down. Please, just slow down."
"We're not in a rush. If he gets there early, he can just wait."
After another close call, she couldn't help but say something.
"What are you so scared for? I'm not even speeding."
Lin Chu said with a casual laugh.
