C357 Horseracing!

Sweat beaded on Lan Zhi's forehead as she maneuvered the car.

Noticing this, Chen Zhixuan quickly dabbed at her brow.

"Ugh, I can't take this anymore. If I keep driving like this, I'm going to lose my mind," Lan Zhi said, bordering on hysteria.

"Yeah, just let loose and drive," he encouraged.

"It's not that—I'm scared of ruining the first gift the young master gave me