"Yeah, I have motion sickness medicine. Do you want it?"
"Pass it over," Han Mengyu replied. "I will keep it for her. I hope Master Sheng goes easy today."
Everyone knew how Master Sheng liked to race. His driving was crazy and unpredictable.
Furthermore, there were many twists and curves in the race track. If Master Sheng intentionally oversteered and began to drift, the girl in his passenger seat would most likely feel sick. Her stomach would probably be churning.
Of course, this was merely their speculation. Some of them had been seated in Zhai Yunsheng's sports car. However, none of them ever sat in Zhai Yunsheng's race car.
After running a lap around the race track, Zhai Yunsheng's car returned to the starting point.
Everyone looked towards the passenger seat.
Huh?
This was not what they expected.
The girl in the passenger seat did not show any sign of panic or discomfort.
