In the eyes of the many street vendors and Qiu Shiqing, Zeng Fancheng started the 911’s engine as soon as he got inside.
Then, he leaned back into the driver’s seat, his mouth twisted and eyes slanted, frozen in place. He looked as if someone had cast a paralysis spell on him.
"Vroom, vroom..." The engine’s roar echoed incessantly, annoying everyone nearby.
Chapter 360