The entire audience had been boiling over with excitement, for aside from Fei Qi's performance three years ago, they had never discovered a second racer who could execute the Kiss of Death with such exquisite mastery.
Su Yin turned her head to look at Qiu Ya, whose pupils were dilated, face deathly pale, and entire body trembling uncontrollably—a clear sign that she was terrified.
Su Yin's voice was ice-cold, "Aren't you getting out of the car?"
This question seemed to snatch Qiu Ya's half-escaped soul back into her body.
Shaking, she reached out to open the passenger side door, and the moment her feet touched the ground, an intense wave of nausea hit her. Qiu Ya knelt on the ground and vomited incessantly.
Su Yin got out of the car and saw Qiu Ya in such a sorry state, a glint of coldness flashed in her eyes.
If others do not offend me, I do not offend them.
If others offend me, return it threefold.
This had always been the principle Su Yin abided by.