"Is it him?" Rong Linngling asked Mo Chifeng, who was intently watching the racing, suspiciously.
Since he sent the car owner, he must know the identity of the car owner. Whether Ke Lingye's guess was true or not, she would know as soon as she asked.
"It's just that the techniques are similar. He has met 'Yun Zhu' before." Mo Chifeng said, his voice smooth, "We are almost winning."
He was indeed almost winning. The silver-white Ferrari was approaching the finish line, and its speed gradually slowed down, but it was still impossible for the cars behind him to overtake him.
"Congratulations, Chi Feng."
Although she didn't know what the bet between him and Mei Zhaohe was, she wanted to see Mo Chifeng win.
The Ferrari stopped, Bai Chu got out of the car, closed the car door gracefully, and waved to Mo Chifeng, "Sir!"
The intense racing ended after five minutes, with some smiling and others disgraced.
"Master Mei, the best result among our people is...third." The subordinate with a top hat under his arm reported to Mei Zhaohe softly, and there was a pause in his voice at the end.
It’s okay if I didn’t win, but I didn’t even get second place. It’s really embarrassing to tell anyone.
Mei Zhaohe didn't say anything, but his eyes were clouded. He walked towards Mo Chifeng, smiled and said "congratulations" to him.
"It's just good luck. It's getting late. I'll go back first. Master Mei, don't forget the agreement between us. Master Mei, you can decide the place to sign the contract. Just send someone to tell me when the time comes!"
Mo Chifeng didn't plan to talk to Mei Zhaohe anymore. He mentioned the contract and planned to leave. Jian Mu and Ning Yunsu settled the matter and waited for him in the car at the entrance.
The racing was over and the fun was over, so Rong Lingling and Ke Lingye didn't stay long and drove home.
Most of the people left in the entire venue were his own people. Mei Zhaohe finally vented his emotions that he had concealed for a long time. He pointed at the noses of the people who had just participated in the racing and cursed, "You are a bunch of losers!"
The fat in his mouth just ran away! He really raised such a bunch of trash for nothing! And that Mo Chifeng is really "good". When he finds the opportunity, he must be treated well!
……
Rong family, Rong Luorou just finished practicing the piano when she received a call.
There was no note on it, so she read it several times before remembering that it was He Ji's phone number that Jiang Qiaoyue had shown her during the day.
She subconsciously wanted to hang up, but her fingertips slipped and hit the answer button. She took a deep breath and reluctantly picked up, "Hello?"
"Miss Rong Er, no, I'll just call you 'Luorou', it sounds cordial!"
Rong Luorou said nothing and took the phone farther away.
She didn't like hearing him deliberately trying to get close to her. His voice sounded like an ugly toad chirping in her ears. It was not only upsetting, but also disgusting.
"Luorou, guess who I met today?" He Ji didn't know Rong Luorou's reaction, and looked at the mirror with a smile on his face.
"Who is it? I'm sleepy. If you keep trying, I'll die!" Rong Luorou couldn't hold it back anymore and said in a bad mood.
"Your sister! At the most famous racing track in our imperial capital, there is a friend of hers. She is mysterious. I have never seen her before. She doesn't look like she is from the imperial capital."
Rong Lingling?
But why did Rong Lingling go to the racing track?
"What's going on? She went racing?" Rong Luorou's tone became much better after hearing the interesting thing.
"She was planning to race, but she missed it by accident..." Seeing that she wanted to hear, He Ji was overjoyed and told her everything he knew about the situation.
Has Rong Linngling met Master Mei?
Rong Luorou's eyes moved, and her plan came to her mind.