Irish didn't know what to say.
Jordan turned to look at the circuit on which there were prepared racing cars. The racing drivers began to practice constantly. He just winked, seeming to be unhappy, "Why do you call me here?"
"It's said that you are a professional racing driver." Irish got this information from Leo. No wonder Leo would go to the dilapidated circuit. He not only liked racing cars but also joined competitions abroad.
Jordan frowned tightly and looked at Leo, "You are so talkative."
Leo had to shrug, "A beauty asked me to do it. I am not meant to."
"A beauty? Where is the beauty?" Jordan giggled, "A beauty tends to show her strength?"
Leo couldn't help laughing.
Irish was not glad to hear that, "Jordan, do you want to be hit by me?"
However, Jordan was stubborn. He just stood up suddenly and turned to go.
"Don't go." Irish was quick in response and pulled his pants immediately.
