As Zi Yi headed for the gates, after leaving Chang Teng's office, she met Ouyang Ming in the lobby.
Ouyang Ming looked at her with a sneer. With a sting in his words, as if hinting at something, he said, "Everyone doesn't believe you can withstand the pressure of the competition. If you're feeling weak-hearted these days, you can call me anytime. Perhaps I can get a psychological counselor to counsel you."
"No need." Zi Yi's tone was that of indifference. "You still have ten days' control of your bar and you should enjoy it while you can."
"You…" Ouyang Ming glared at her and chuckled in the next second. "Do continue being stubborn. If you can win against those international racers, not only will I give you my bar, I'll even give you this racing club… But it'll depend if you have that capability."
