Watching Su Xinhe's retreating figure fade into the dim light, that silhouette was tinged with stubbornness.
Even though Su Xinhe didn't say anything, he could feel that she always seemed to want to surpass him.
As Su Xinhe passed the corner, her white knuckles gripped tightly, and her silver teeth bit lightly onto her thin lips, "Lin Mo, even though you once amazed me, I will definitely surpass you."
After saying that, Su Xinhe quickened her pace, stepped out of the café, and felt her cheeks caressed by the night wind, which seemed to clear her head and gradually relive the grip of her clenched fist.
At the moment, a fiery red Ferrari stopped by the street, and out stepped a blonde and blue-eyed woman in a black skin-tight leather outfit, her blue eyes gleaming with a playful look as she stared at Su Xinhe.
"Miss Chen, you seem to be in high spirits. Out for coffee so late?" the woman asked with a smile.
