"Ah—"
Accompanied by a scream, Eva Nightingale almost fainted.
His hand gripped tightly, as if providing her a sense of security.
"Please, stop, stop!" She clung to his arm, feeling timid in an instant.
The car speed was one thing, she saw an expanse of ocean, the visual impact nearly made her dizzy; she immediately turned her eyes away.
"Madam, don't be afraid." He stopped the car, looked at her, "We're here." This is the most famous Sichuan hotpot in Sovereign Capital. Although he hadn't been here before, the reviews were pretty good, and the decor wasn't too bad; usually, he wouldn't deign to visit, but it was all for her.
"Heh..." Eva awkwardly released his arm, brushed her long hair aside, and changed the subject, "Mr. President, your driving skills are amazing!!"
"Thank you for the compliment, Madam."
Eva: Who was actually complimenting you, huh? Can't you tell it's sarcasm?
The car ride nearly sent her flying.
Those driving skills are beyond "good"!!
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