What Was That?

"Huh?"

Pei Yutang's face crumpled in horror at Lin Yan's words as he stared at her in disbelief. "They made the top eight of the second level? Are you serious? Sister Yan, don't scare me!"

"I know those racers. I saw them once when I was watching the competition. It has to be them," answered Lin Yan.

"Sister Yan, you gave me a scare. I thought you really knew them."

Pei Yutang heaved a sigh of relief when he heard Lin Yan. "You're not that familiar with the teams, and there are many uniforms that look similar. You must be mistaken. How could Song Yaonan know any racers from the second-level international competition? It's a joke. Even I can't get in touch with them."

Lin Yan shrugged when she heard Pei Yutang's response. She had already said her piece. Now, it was up to Pei Yutang to decide if he wanted to believe her.

"Isn't this Young Master Pei, who will be crawling before me later?"