"Probably not." Huo Yao turned him down.
Zhou Yixun was turned down again. He looked a little sad. He smiled sadly as he looked at Huo Yao. "Can't you help me, please? I know you don't need the money. How about this? If you have any other requests, we can do our best to fulfill them. I just need your people to join our racing team."
He was a professional car racer. If he could not see a good racer when he saw one, he may as well hang up his racing gear and quit the job.
If the owner of the silver car was willing to join the race, their chances of winning would definitely increase by twofold.
Even if he could not win, it would not be an entirely embarrassing loss, so Zhou Yixun refused to give up trying.
Huo Yao raised her brow. She did not want to continue talking to Zhou Yixun, so she apologized and walked around him before heading to the bathroom.
