There was no movement in the car, and Duan Ge kicked him several times in succession.
Song Xiang's heart was also gripped by the sound, squeezed repeatedly, and finally completely lost its function.
When Duan Ge was tired from kicking, the car door finally opened.
The person who walked down was not Yan Han, but Xu Yi with an expressionless face.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, as Song Xiang came back to life on the spot.
Fortunately, it's not a severe cold.
Immediately afterwards, Xu Yi turned around, bent down and said to the car: "Mr. Yan, you can get out of the car."
Song Xiang: "...!"
There was a sound of inhalation, and the onlookers couldn't help but take two steps back.
Yan Han got off the car from the other side. He was tall and tall, and was slightly taller than Duan Ge. Even if he was standing across a bus from him, his restrained dominance and coercion were stronger than Duan Ge's superficial anger.
Destructive.
"Didn't Duan Xiangtian teach you to behave outside with your tail between your legs?"
The man's thick voice floated over, causing the surrounding temperature to drop instantly. A dark cloud happened to pass by, blocking the sun, and the originally bright and refreshing sky became dark, making people feel depressed and panicked.
Song Xiang stood in front of the car. He wanted to go up to persuade him, but suddenly he didn't dare to go forward.
She herself was careful in her behavior in front of Yan Han, so how could she have the nerve to speak for Duan Ge.
"Didn't your father teach you not to show off outside?" Duan Ge responded angrily, imitating the harsh tone.
Song Xiang went crazy inside and scolded Duan Ge like shit.
Isn’t this nonsense? In the entire imperial capital, Yan Han is not qualified to show off, so who else can?
They all come out to fool around. We are not on the same starting line at all. You still imitate other people’s tone of voice. Are you stupid?!
Yan Han didn't even look at Duan Ge, probably because he didn't want to talk to the naughty kid.
He took steps and walked towards the front of the car.
Song Xiang thought he was coming towards her, so she subconsciously shrank to the side.
Unexpectedly, Yan Han walked past her without blinking his eyes, as if she was not there in front of him.
Immediately afterwards, Wenxin got off the car behind and trotted to follow. Then Xu Yi followed with two teams of bodyguards, and a huge crowd of people passed by Song Xiang.
"Do you dare to compete?"
When everyone was halfway there, Duan Ge suddenly spoke.
Song Xiang was shocked. She wondered if there was something wrong with this child's brain, and he had to get into trouble like Shuang Han.
In front of the crowd, Yan Han's footsteps indeed stopped.
Song Xiang closed his eyes and couldn't help hiding to the side.
The stern and cold eyes passed over Song Xiang's face and turned to Duan Ge who was not far away. His thin lips slightly opened: "You want to compete with me?"
Duan Ge came out with an arrogant look on his face, "Don't you dare?"
He was obviously provocative. According to Song Xiang's understanding of Yan Han, Yan Han disdained such childish games.
However, the next second, a stern and cold voice came over.
"Compared to what?"
Song Xiang's eyes widened and he was shocked again.
The faces of the people around were full of excitement, and they didn't even dare to blink for fear of missing some wonderful scenes.
"This is a racing track, so of course it's a competition."
Duan Ge didn't say anything. Lin Cong, dressed in red, walked out from behind and added fuel to the fire at the right time.
Song Xiang's dislike of Lin Cong rose to the extreme. Compared with Louis' disgust, this little roundabout way made her look down on her even more.
Yan Han pursed his lips and did not express his position immediately. His eyes lightly glanced at him inadvertently.
"Since it's a competition, what are you going to do if you lose?"
His cold eyes shrouded Duan Ge with a strong pressure, and it seemed like he had already won the game before it even started.
Song Xiang was familiar with Yan Han's driving skills, and she winked at Duan Ge crazily, hoping that he would not continue to seek death.
"If you lose, it's up to you." Duan Ge couldn't speak clearly, and he was sure that someone like Yan Han, who sat in the conference room every day, couldn't have good driving skills.
Song Xiang's shoulders slumped down, completely weak.
"Want to race?" Wang Yong came out of nowhere, his eyes full of evil, "Then our company will give you a prize."
He rubbed his hands and didn't care at all that the protagonist ignored him, and said to himself: "It just so happened that a Cayenne arrived at the company. I will make the decision as the prize for this competition!"
It was just a car. Not to mention Yan Han and Duan Ge who looked down upon it, even few of the spectators present took it seriously.
Only Song Xiang's eyes lit up.
She knew that the Cayenne was bright red, handsome and beautiful, and she had taken a liking to it when the car arrived.
Unfortunately, I am short of money.
Now the opportunity is right in front of you, if you win, you can get the car.
"Stop talking nonsense and get in quickly."
Duan Ge was so annoyed with Wang Yong that he wished he could go up and give him a kick.
"Wait a minute." Song Xiang suddenly raised his hand.
The eyes in the audience were attracted to her, and there were strange looks.
Yan Yanhan's gaze came across several circles of people, and it was hotter and more intense than anyone else's.
Song Xiang resisted the pressure and asked Yan Han with a smile: "Mr. Yan, can I participate in the competition...?"