"Ahem…" Xie Jiuhan choked. He raised his head and saw Feng Qing smiling slyly.
"Who do you think would win if I were to compare myself to the Car God back then?"
Feng Qing answered without hesitation, "It's definitely you! After all, the Car God from many years ago is already old…"
Xie Jiuhan: "…"
"Let's go home."
Feng Qing protested, "What time is it? I haven't had enough fun yet."
Xie Jiuhan did not answer and simply put the helmet on Feng Qing.
…
The next day, when Feng Qing was about to go home after school, Gu Qingye's voice sounded from afar. "Feng Qing, wait a moment. Can you come with me to my house?" Gu Qingye asked Feng Qing with an unstable breath.
"What's wrong?" Feng Qing asked.
Gu Qingye's eyes darkened. "I received a call from the butler just now. My grandfather is coughing up blood again."
