Yu Haiyang kicked Hou Hao to the side with a look of disgust and said, "That's my Sister Su. Scram to the side, don't block my view."
Yu Haiyang remembered it clearly.
With that set of black clothes and a limited-edition motorcycle, there was no doubt that this woman was Su Jin. Moreover, no one in the entire racing course wore such clothes and rode such a good racing bike.
Hou Hao, on the other hand, had a look of disbelief as he mocked, "How is that possible? That mute of yours doesn't even know how to race in a motorcycle, how could she have such amazing skills?"
"Besides, she can't have such an imposing aura, right?"
Yu Haiyang knew that there was no way he had gotten it wrong, and was too lazy to argue with Hou Hao. As long as he knew he was right, it was good enough. When Su Jin comes back and gets off her bike, it was time to slap Hou Hao's face.
The motorcycle sped over and came to a beautiful stop in front of Yu Haiyang and Hou Hao.
