The moment he saw Xu Shengxia, his entire heart leaped wildly.
He threw open his car door, shoved aside the young model who was annoyingly loitering by his car, and took off running in the direction she had gone.
Chen Yu: "Hey! Zheng Wenhao, what the hell are you doing? Aren't you racing?"
Zheng Wenhao didn't answer him, just kept chasing in that direction.
Chen Yu glanced in the direction he was running and was surprised to actually see the beauty they had chased for two streets, the one who hadn't given them a single pleasant look.
'Damn, his little stakeout actually paid off...'
Xu Shengxia found her car. Just as she was about to open the door and get in, a large hand suddenly pressed down on it, stopping her.
She looked up in confusion at the culprit.
It was that foul-mouthed boy who had chased her car for so long on the road and asked if she was some rich man's kept mistress.
