Before Jiang Lingxi could call Old Man Casuo to verify, his call came in first.
"…It wasn't until the assistant came back that I found out that brat stole his job. Lingxi, don't be polite, feel free to use him."
With the speaker on, Carl, who was listening to his own grandpa, thought: "…"
Is this really my biological grandpa?
The three of them got into a four-seater supercar that didn't look very stable.
Once the car started, Carl instinctively stepped on the gas to race, but then he felt a chill down his back, and instinctively eased off the pedal, allowing a taxi to overtake the high-performance supercar on the wide road.
Nevertheless, he dared not speed up again.
That chilly feeling from the back of his head to his spine was enough to experience just once.
Unable to speed, he couldn't resist but slyly glance at the passengers in the back through the rearview mirror.
