Fang Yuying sat in the car, her enchanting face calm, even with a lady's cigarette dangling from her lips, proving that she had taken the time to light one up when she was free.
"Damn it, all of you just follow behind eating my dust, thinking that by changing to a racing engine, you can outdo me?" Fang Yuying cursed as she drove on.
Fang Yuying had grown numb to such street racing challenges. She had once declared that if anyone could beat her in a race, she would agree to be their woman.
When she first made that statement, it had caused uproar and anger within her family, but the defiant Fang Yuying didn't care, and at that time, almost all the profligate young masters in Tianjing had continuously come forward to challenge her.
However, unfortunately for them, Fang Yuying was still single.