Fated Enemy

Almost two-thirds of the cars that were chasing behind were gone in an instant. The drivers of the few remaining cars were all quite skilled.

Jiang Tingxu felt as if she was driving a ball of cotton as she was driving the cc.

There was nothing she could do. These were aftereffects due to her reckless driving habits.

"F * ck, could it be that the driver in front is an f 1 racer? That's why he's driving so smoothly and so flamboyantly!" The driver was in a panic. He had stepped on the accelerator to its max, but he still couldn't catch up.

If he changed to a slightly more expensive car, there might still be some hope.

It was better not to think about it with a crappy car.

When they reached the exit of the on-ramp, Jiang Tingxu's lips curled up. Then, she dashed out like a wisp of smoke and successfully shook off the cars tailing her.

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