"What do you mean by that, Zhang Lei? Yang Yifeng is here because I invited him. If you have a problem, take it up with me!"
The murmurs of the crowd grew louder, and even Tong Yuhan couldn't help but overhear them, causing her lovely face to twist into an unsightly expression. Standing in front of Yifeng, she glared at Zhang Lei with fiery eyes.
"Zhang Lei, I'm warning you, if you dare to make things difficult for Yifeng today, I will withdraw from the race and quit the club. And if you still think about chasing after me, you can keep dreaming!"
Upon hearing her words, Zhang Lei's face also contorted with displeasure.
He had been pursuing Tong Yuhan for nearly two years now. Lately, Yuhan had been giving him a hard time, and only recently did she offer him a chance, saying that if Zhang Lei won the race, she would agree to have lunch with him.