Sonya was right. She did have the genes of a racing driver. Although she had drunk a lot, as long as she touched the steering wheel, she would become very energetic.
Although it was late now, there were still a lot of cars on the road. She kept speeding forward amid the exclamations from many of the car drivers along the way.
"Well, I didn't lie. I didn't drink too much." Sonya giggled.
"Well, you didn't drink too much. I admit it." Jacob didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "What do you want to prove? Are you just trying to prove that you didn't drink too much?"
"It's not that. I just feel that I haven't been so happy for a long time. I just want to indulge myself." Sonya giggled and said, "Now, does it feel like we're flying?"
Jacob glanced at the speedometer. At this moment, she was driving at a speed of 110 mph on the major roads in the city. It should be known that there were many cars on that road. As it was a traffic-controlled route, the speed limit was 50 mph.