Get Lost, Let Me Handle It!

This group of people must have a strong background. Their bikes were heavily modified, and their speed was faster than the average professional bike's.

In addition, Tang Chen did not go on the full speed that the sports car was capable of. This resulted in the gradual shortening of distance between the two!

"Tang Chen, were you born in the year of the tortoise? Speed up!" Facing Lin Wanwan's desperate urges, Tang Chen was calm, as if nothing had happened.

"What are you scared of?" He even leisurely blew out a mouthful of smoke. "At the very least, we can die together here. You're not my woman when you're alive. Being my ghost when you're dead is good too."

What time was it already?! He was still in the mood to crack jokes!

Lin Wanwan glared fiercely at him. She seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and her tightened body immediately relaxed.