At the foot of Bai Qiao Mountain, a Porsche with severe scrapes on its side slowly made its way down the road.
In the passenger seat, Bai Weiwei's fingers were tightly clasped together, her face deathly pale. The sight of scattered parts on the eighteenth bend was shocking, especially when passing by the foot of the mountain, where Zhang Tianfeng's Lamborghini had fallen off the cliff and was engulfed in raging flames, almost burnt down to its frame.
These scenes echoed clearly in her mind, preventing her mood from calming down.
"Weiwei, are you alright?" Lu Tianxing asked with concern, looking at Bai Weiwei.
"Brother-in-law, I'm fine."
Hearing Lu Tianxing's words, Bai Weiwei managed a faint smile and shook her head, "Brother-in-law, are you blaming me in your heart for dragging you into street racing? You don't have to lie to me. I want to hear the truth. Do you really hate me? I often tease you and make you angry."
"No."