"Don't worry, I won't let you lose." Fu Ang said softly.
"Fu Ang!"
After saying that, the car sped off.
Liang Zhihuan didn't expect this, let alone that Fu Ang would compete for her! She rushed to the referee's seat and wanted the staff on the field to stop Fu Ang's car.
"There's nothing we can do about it, the game has already started."
"But something will happen!"
The referee looked at the team racing not far away and said with a smile: "I think you are worried too much. Don't you see that their comparison is just right, and your car is in the lead now."
Liang Zhihuan was stunned, then turned his head, and sure enough!
Fu Ang's car was actually a lot ahead of He Tian's. "Xiang Yi, what's going on? Isn't his leg injured?"
Even though the swing of his legs is not huge when driving, Fu Ang's legs are difficult to even get up and walk!
Xiang Yi explained with a serious look on his face: "The second young master's legs are not suitable for moving much, but they are not as immobile as ordinary disabilities, but..."
Fu Ang's previous effort to stand up and walk had already caused the old disease in his legs to relapse. This time, I'm afraid...
He Tian is not easy to deal with. He has driving skills, but he will also resort to some tricks to win or lose, just like what he did just now! How did Fu Ang deal with it?!
Liang Zhihuan looked at the track nervously and worriedly, wishing he could rush up and stop the two of them. But at this moment, there were comments all around, and even Xiang Yi looked surprised, "Second Young Master..."
I saw the distance between the two cars that were originally evenly matched, and Fu Ang's car was far ahead of He Tian's! It was obvious that He Tian was desperately trying to catch up, but he had fallen far behind and wanted to overtake.
It's almost impossible.
The game ended when Fu Ang's car arrived at the line.
"Fu Ang!"
"Second Young Master!"
After the car stopped, Liang Zhihuan and Xiang Yi immediately rushed forward and supported the man who came out of the car. "How are you, Fu Ang? Is your leg okay?"
Fu Ang turned his eyes and looked at the anxious little girl, and couldn't help but reveal a faint smile on his thin lips, "Are you worried about me?"
"Of course!" Liang Zhihuan was in a hurry and had no time to notice that Fu Ang's expression was filled with joy at the moment, "Xiang Yi, let's send him to the hospital first."
"No need." Fu Ang waved his hand and turned his eyes. Liang Zhihuan looked over and saw He Tian, who had just gotten out of the car, looking unwilling and angry.
"You lost." Fu Ang stated the facts softly, but it sounded like a mockery to He Tian. He looked at Fu Ang, who had to be supported even while standing, "Are you pretending to be disabled?"
"He Tian! I'm willing to admit defeat!" Liang Zhihuan protected Fu Ang's little face and his face sank, "He Tian, you can't afford to lose, right? If you can't afford to lose, just say so." Her voice was a little louder, and the people around her
People then looked sideways, and He Tian's face immediately looked as embarrassed as pig liver.
He Tian is a person with a very good reputation. Fu Ang was more than a little ahead in the match between the two. Now everyone around them was looking at them. Although he had resentment in his heart, he could only swallow it alive.
, let it go.
"Second Young Master, please sit down quickly. I will contact Dr. Shen right now!" Xiang Yi helped Fu Ang sit down and immediately took out the phone, but was immediately stopped by Fu Ang.
"I'm fine, I'll be fine after just taking a rest."
"Your legs cannot be sloppy, you must go to the hospital." Liang Zhihuan insisted.
"Are you feeling better?" Fu Ang looked at Liang Zhihuan and asked instead of answering her words.