Why Would She Be Interested In Such A Competition?

"Grandfather, what's wrong?" He Lefeng approached the old master and asked him respectfully.

"Xiaofeng, help Mingkai inspect his car," He Dingkun instructed him.

The old master had pinned all his hopes on He Mingkai, so nothing could go wrong.

"Okay." He Lefeng agreed readily and strode over to He Mingkai's car to begin his inspection.

Lin Yan stood a short distance away, looking bored. Her eyes trailed to He Mingkai's car.

"Xiaofeng, there is no problem with my car, right?" He Mingkai removed his gloves and brushed his hands.

"It's fine. No problem at all." He Lefeng nodded in response.

"Don't worry, Mingkai. I have inspected it as well. Everything is fine." A young man with short, cropped hair smiled at him.

"Alright, as long as it's fine," He Dingkun replied softly.