The car door opened, a handsome "man" took off his safety helmet, tossed his short hair, tucked the helmet under his arm, and walked towards the Cayenne sedan not far away.

Shen Jiarui, the second young master of the Shen family, who had been crushed again, got out of the car and angrily kicked the race car he had just been driving: "Useless thing, lost again."

He must have had some bad luck lately, he's lost twice already.

His friends sidled up to comfort him: "Jiarui, that pretty boy probably cheated. Don't take it to heart. You were just playing around today, and you weren't serious. If you win just one race in next week's international racing points race, you'll definitely be in the top three in the world."

Shen Jiarui knew that these brothers were only saying that because he was the young master of the Shen family and they were trying to curry favor with him.

I can't swallow this insult.

He insisted on walking towards Luo Wuyan.

At this moment, Luo Wuyan was leaning against the Cayenne, chatting with Lu Zhiwei in the driver's seat.

"Come on down, let's play a round. Are you still going to participate in next week's points competition?"

Sitting in the car, Lu Zhiwei narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly and asked Luo Wuyan with a smile, "What will happen if I don't participate?"

"Your three-year reign as the undisputed champion is in jeopardy. There have been many promising newcomers emerging in the last two years," Luo Wuyan reminded her.

"We'll see, I'm too busy," Lu Zhiwei said with a smile, declining the offer.

Shen Jiarui suddenly punched Lu Zhiwei's car: "You brat, I was just not serious and you got ahead of me. How about another race?"

Luo Wuyan frowned as the man suddenly punched her: "If you want to fight, then fight! Why are you taking your anger out on my friend's car?"

Lu Zhiwei looked at him with even greater disbelief: "Shen Jiarui, you're paying for the car repairs."

When Shen Jiarui saw Lu Zhiwei at the racetrack, his psychological trauma immediately surfaced.

After losing to Lu Zhiwei in the last motorcycle race, he decisively abandoned all his motorcycle racing results and started afresh on a different track.

"Sister-in-law, what are you doing here? Don't tell me you can drive a four-wheeled vehicle?" Shen Jiarui felt like he was going to go numb.

"I know a little," Lu Zhiwei replied with a smile.

Luo Wuyan stared at Shen Jiarui's expression, noticing his pale face and listless eyes.

I recognized him by his eyes; he must have been one of those people who were tormented by Sister Wei.