C256 Championship Race

The room was quiet again.

The faint fragrance of Miss Hong's body still lingered in the air, but the beauty had already left for quite some time.

However, Zhang Jing didn't feel sleepy at all. In his mind, he could hear what Hong Ye said.

After some thought, Zhang Qiang got up, put on his clothes and walked out of the room.

The sky outside was still as dark as ink