At dusk, the slanting rays of the setting sun dyed the horizon red.
Ye Qiu was driving Ye Xuan's Maserati, following the navigation route towards Ye Xuan's home.
In Shangjing, the traffic was at its peak, but the Maserati driven by Ye Qiu darted through the traffic like a nimble loach, moving steadily.
"If it weren't for the trouble it might cause, I could go even faster."
Ye Qiu's current speed was already fast, but he was clearly not giving it his all, using only a tenth of his strength, which left Ye Xuan beside him utterly astonished.
Remembering Ye Qiu's past identity, she gave a thumbs up and exclaimed, "Impressive, truly a former genius. But... you couldn't drive before, why does it seem like there's no problem now?"
Ye Xuan had looked into Ye Qiu's history, and being a racing enthusiast herself, she naturally knew about Ye Qiu's past.
