At this moment, the racing driver in the yellow sports car alighted from his vehicle. The man was dressed in clean attire, his skin fair and clean, not at all like some racers who wore garish outfits. Instead, he had a bit of a scholarly air. Sporting a pair of black-framed glasses, he walked toward Ye Chen, then shyly smiled and said, "Your driving skills are quite good!"
"You're not bad yourself!" Ye Chen pursed his lips, smiling in return.
"I'm really glad I could race with you!" The man reached out to shake hands with Ye Chen and added, "I hope there's a chance to compete with you again in future!"
"I'd rather not!" Ye Chen shook his head, speaking indifferently, "I'm not a professional racer, this time I was just fighting for a place on someone's behalf. Take a breather, as a professional, you shouldn't compete for spots with amateurs, it's pointless."
"Hehe, you're slapping me in the face with that comment!" The man laughed awkwardly.
