"That's not necessary."
Lin Shen gently pushed Zheng Yanfei's phone back to her and chuckled.
"I trust you."
"Thank you for trusting me so much, Lin Shen~"
Zheng Yanfei hugged Lin Shen's arm tightly, stood on her tiptoes again, and gave him a peck on the cheek. It seemed she really enjoyed these intimate moments with him.
The two of them then arrived at the check-in area.
A red carpet, stretching for over ten meters, was laid out on the lawn. At its end stood a massive commemorative signing board.
On it was the Ferrari Club's logo and the theme of this car meet:
Prancing Horse, Chasing Light: A Modu High-Speed Symphony — Hosted by the Modu Ferrari Club.
'This formal?'
This check-in process, reminiscent of a celebrity walking the red carpet, surprised Lin Shen a little. Zheng Yanfei, on the other hand, covered her mouth with one hand, her face a mask of shock.
