Seeing Han Anning get into Jiang Cheng's car, the boys exchanged glances.
If it were usual, they might have gossiped.
But now, facing the deep hatred of having their goddess snatched away.
All of them present had ashen faces and tightly sealed lips, no one dared to be the first to speak a single word about Jiang Cheng.
They even tacitly got into their cars and followed directly behind Jiang Cheng.
Sitting in the lamborghini reventón, Han Anning felt a bit stifled and annoyed.
Because ever since she got in the car, Jiang Cheng hadn't initiated a conversation with her.
After a while, Han Anning finally couldn't hold back and broke the silence first.
"Why didn't Miss Qiao come today?"
Hearing this, Jiang Cheng slightly turned his head, squinted at her from the corner of his eye, and asked with a half-smile, "What? You miss her?"
Hearing this, Han Anning immediately turned her face away haughtily, replying unnaturally, "Who misses her?"
Although she was outwardly stubborn and wouldn't admit it, in reality, just as Jiang Cheng had guessed, she did somewhat want to see Qiao Yinyin.
Even though they had only met twice, and each time their relationship wasn't very harmonious.
One could even say they were at loggerheads.
But deep down, she genuinely admired Qiao Yinyin's gifted driving skills.
In their circle, girls who loved racing and were skilled at it were rare to begin with.
Compared to those Second-generation rich girls from the same social class who outwardly laughed and played together but were actually two-faced, engaged in open and secret struggles, and secretly competed with each other.
She preferred Qiao Yinyin's personality, who dared to confront her directly and never gave up.
Not intending to continue the topic, Jiang Cheng glanced at Han Anning's hair and then said, "Why do you keep dyeing your hair?"
Hearing this, Han Anning turned her head, met Jiang Cheng's gaze, and replied, "Dyeing hair, that's just how it is, you need to constantly touch up the color, otherwise it looks bad when the color fades. Isn't my current hair color pretty?"
"It looks good, it suits you well, but be careful of hair loss..."
Han Anning was startled at first, then a smile played on her lips as she retorted with a half-smile, "You even care about my hair?"
At this question, Jiang Cheng subconsciously replied, "I was just thinking that when I stand behind you later, there won't be any hair to grab..."
Han Anning looked at Jiang Cheng with a bewildered expression, seemingly not understanding the meaning of his words at all: "What do you mean, grab hair?"
Seeing this, Jiang Cheng calmly and quickly changed the subject: "I'm just afraid you'll go bald at such a young age!"
"How is that possible? I don't use chemical substances; I specifically hire someone to prepare plant-based hair dye at my house. It's just that this color fades quickly, so I have to touch it up from time to time."
"As expected of the rich..."
Hearing the teasing remark, Han Anning rolled her eyes at him, snorted lightly, and explained, "If I don't spend the money, someone else will spend it for me..."
"What do you mean? Do you have other sisters?"
As soon as Jiang Cheng asked this, Han Anning's previously calm expression instantly darkened as if the sun had been obscured by dark clouds, her face suddenly becoming rather unpleasant.
Although she chose to remain silent, the slight tremor at the corners of her mouth and the unconcealable bitterness in her eyes spoke volumes.
Seeing her like this, Jiang Cheng understood and had no intention of pressing further.
After all, illegitimate children are usually a standard for the wealthy.
According to the unchanging law: men will turn bad as long as they have money.
Even if you don't want to change, there will be countless Young Ladies coming one after another, devising every possible scheme to make you turn bad.
Soon, the car arrived at the racetrack entrance.
The staff on duty were originally a bit listless.
But when the lamborghini reventón appeared in their sight, they instantly perked up.
Especially since a long line of dazzling supercars followed closely behind Jiang Cheng's car.
Seeing this, the staff immediately dared not show any negligence.
They quickly straightened their backs and respectfully stood on both sides of the road, welcoming the luxurious motorcade into the venue with the most standard posture.
As the roar of engines gradually subsided, the vehicles smoothly arrived at the track.
Looking around, the sides of the track were already filled with various colorful supercars.
Jiang Cheng didn't park his car neatly on either side; instead, he casually stopped it on the racetrack.
Before he could even get out of the car, he saw Qin Fen and Qi Yuan, who were sitting in the stands, hurrying down.