"Don't worry, we can't lose."
Han Yu chuckled and glanced at the BMW deliberately slowing down and closely following behind. He then picked up a drink bottle from the passenger seat.
This action left Lin Qingya somewhat flustered. She hurriedly tried to grab the bottle, "Why are you grabbing water while driving? If you want to drink, just tell me. I'll open it for you."
As she spoke, she had already snatched the bottle and was about to unscrew the cap.
She didn't trust Han Yu to drink and drive, especially since Han Yu was racing at the moment and couldn't afford to be careless.
Han Yu shook his head and said with a somewhat helpless tone, "Miss Lin, when did I say I wanted to drink water?"
"Then what are you taking the bottle for?"
Lin Qingya challenged.
Han Yu held the steering wheel with his left hand and reached out with his right, "Give it to me first."