As the fiery red Ferrari sped closer, it expertly drifted, leaving two tire marks on the ground, and parked perfectly next to Ling Chen's Mercedes.
As the Ferrari engine cut off, a handsome young man stepped down from the driver's seat, casually flicking his bangs.
Seeing the young man leave like nobody was around, Ling Chen frowned slightly and immediately called out to him. The young man turned back, gave Ling Chen a once-over, and asked in a confrontational tone, "Are you calling me?"
"You almost hit my friend just now. Don't you think you owe us an apology?"
"An apology?" The young man was momentarily stunned but then burst into laughter, shrugged, and said, "You're really amusing. Did I hit you? No, right? Besides, I was just passing by here. Do you not have legs to move aside yourselves?"
Ling Chen said with a sarcastic smile, "From what you said, it seems like we're the ones in your way?"
