Fu Yanci came downstairs.
The voices from downstairs echoed again.
In the upstairs lounge, Ye Li decisively opened the door and left.
The elevator led straight to the underground parking lot, and Ye Li found Fu Yanci's car and drove directly to Qin Chu's garage.
Qin Chu was busy inspecting her beloved war car.
The bold red Ferrari.
Before heading abroad to compete, Qin Chu had been struggling with a decision: whether to pick the black car that had accompanied her for years, or to go with the higher-performing red car gifted by Xi Zhou.
Ultimately, she chose the red one.
On the racetrack, even a sliver of advantage can knock several competitors out of the running.
Reality proved that her choice was spot on.
When she secured victory by a few seconds and stood on the podium, the first thought that flashed through Qin Chu's mind, mingled with excitement, was: good thing I didn't choose the wrong car.