Yang Fei and Mad Blade were gazing around the scenic area when a fire-red Bugatti Veyron sped over from afar.
The car did a beautiful drift, with the tires screeching loudly against the ground.
The car door opened, and a little girl jumped out from the passenger seat.
She glanced at Yang Fei and Mad Blade, and immediately let out a giggle.
"Hehe, how come you guys are here?"
Yang Fei looked up and saw a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, her eyes curved like the moon in the sky.
She was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, with a beige trench coat over it, looking extra youthful and sweet.
This girl was none other than Su Xian'er, who had just parted ways at the station.
Behind Su Xian'er stood a woman with exquisite makeup, as beautiful as a goddess, looking puzzled at Yang Fei and Mad Blade.
This woman was two or three years older than Su Xian'er, with curved willow eyebrows, a delicate nose and mouth, and radiated a gentle and approachable aura.
