"It's not that often, but it's quite a lot. However, every time Ms. Liang comes here she's not in a good mood. She probably comes here to vent her emotions."
Fu Ang stared at the racing car in the distance.
suddenly!
A harsh sound rang out, attracting everyone's attention. They saw Liang Zhihuan's car colliding with an oncoming car, then they veered sharply, and the two cars stopped.
Liang Zhihuan got out of the car, and the people in the car next to him also got out of the car.
"What do you mean, He Tian?" Liang Zhihuan knew He Tian. He Tian was a regular visitor here. The two of them had always been at odds with each other. She was too lazy to start an argument with He Tian, so she usually avoided it when she could. Today, she didn't expect that He Tian happened to happen.
Also there.
"It's a competition." He Tian looked carefree, not feeling the slightest bit guilty about the deliberate collision just now.
"Competition? Do you want to compete, or do you want to find trouble?" Liang Zhihuan was fearless.
He Tian snorted, "You can either compete with me or admit defeat."
Give up?
Liang Zhihuan found it ridiculous.
Just as she was about to answer, Fu Ang's voice rang out from the side. Fu Ang drove his wheelchair to Liang Zhihuan. He Tian glanced at her, looking unhappy.
"Your hand is injured. Let Xiang Yi look at it for you. He knows how to do this. If it doesn't work, go to the hospital." Fu Ang said.
Liang Zhihuan shook his head, "I'm fine."
Fu Ang stretched out his hand and gently held Liang Zhihuan's arm. She let out a cry of pain. The two looked at each other. Liang Zhihuan pouted and said firmly: "It will be fine in a while."
"Liang Zhihuan, are you good or not? If you don't compete, I will treat you as a loser by abstaining. As we said last time, whoever loses next time will be a puppy! I'll imitate a puppy's bark on the spot!" He Tian raised his chin.
Extremely arrogant.
Naturally, Liang Zhihuan would not give up easily, but just when she was about to agree to continue the competition, Fu Ang, who was beside her, answered the question before her.
Liang Zhihuan looked at Fu Ang in surprise, and did not turn around for a long time, until he heard Xiang Yi's anxious persuasion, "Second Young Master, you can't compete, your leg is injured!"
He Tian looked disdainful and looked at Fu Ang, "I won't compete with disabled people, otherwise people will say I bully disabled people!"
Fu Ang raised his eyes to look at He Tian and said gently, "Don't you dare?"
"Who said I dare not!"
He Tian couldn't stand the provocation at all, so he impulsively agreed in a few words.
"Fu Ang, you can't compete for me, and I don't need you to compete for me."
"There's nothing you can't do. Do you want to just give in?"
"Of course not, but I can do it myself." Liang Zhihuan said.
"Raise your hand. If it can still spin a lot, then I'll forget it." Fu Ang said. Upon hearing this, Liang Zhihuan frowned and raised her hand. A tingling sensation suddenly hit her, causing her to subconsciously let go of her hand.
Liang Zhihuan frowned and gritted his teeth as he looked at Fu Ang. He could see so accurately, "Even so, I can't let you do it for me. I can't do it, let alone you. Your legs are still injured."
Fu Ang's legs were suffering from old problems, which made it difficult for him to walk on the road, let alone race a car.
"I have a sense of propriety," Fu Ang said and looked at He Tian, "How about a comparison?"
He Tian naturally doesn't care about so much.
"Second Young Master, you can't do it. If something happens, Xiang Yi can't afford it." Xiang Yi hurriedly advised.
But Fu Ang was determined, and neither Xiang Yi nor Liang Zhihuan could stop him. "Fu Ang, don't mess around!" Fu Ang got into the car, and Liang Zhihuan was anxious to persuade him to get off.