Damn!
The driving school car crashed into a Ferrari’s headlight...
This is gonna cost a fortune, right?
Ling Yanchen was stunned at first, looking dazedly at his beloved red car with a shattered headlight.
A few seconds later, Ling Yanchen let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered, "My Ferrari!!!"
"Who the hell are you? Driving a driving school car to steal my woman? And you dare crash into my car?" Ling Yanchen was so angry that his brain was practically steaming, nearly passing out.
Ling Yanchen had pursued many won, from innocent female college students to married won. But he’s never seen a competitor this lousy, even if they were already taken!
He didn’t even take the campus hotshot, Lu Zifan, seriously, let alone soone driving a driving school car.
The more Ling Yanchen thought about it, the angrier he got, and he was about to rush over, "You son of a—"
Who would’ve guessed that the car door of the driving school car would suddenly fling open, and a tall figure stepped out.
The man leisurely adjusted his cuffs, revealing the watch on his left wrist.
Feng Huaijin looked at Su Li with a sarcastic smile, huh... why was she behaving so well today, not practicing driving at night?
He was even sneakily waiting for her at the driving school!
At the restaurant entrance, everyone was stunned, completely terrified.
A girl covered her mouth, "A driving school car crashed into a Ferrari? The repair costs must be in the millions, right?"
"Did this driving school instructor buy insurance? Oh my god, this is gonna ruin him, isn’t it?"
"This driving school instructor is too young and handso, right? What a pity. Is he scared silly?"
The crowd snapped back to reality, chattering away.
There was sympathy and a hint of... pity in their eyes as they looked at the man.
What a tragedy.
As Ling Yanchen got a clearer look at the man, it was as if his feet had hit the brakes, coming to a dead stop.
His legs felt like they were rooted in the concrete, suddenly unable to move...
"F-F-Feng Seventh Master—!!"
Ling Yanchen’s face turned pale in an instant, his lips trembling as he stamred out the words.
Seventh Master Feng!
Oh my god, why is it Feng Huaijin?
He’s from a wealthy family in An City, how is he driving a driving school car in Jiangzhou Prefecture?
He’d heard earlier that he was sent away by the Feng Family to Jiang City, a godforsaken place, but did he really fall to the level of a driving school instructor?
The once fierce-faced Ling Yanchen imdiately beca docile, his previously handso face turning visibly pale.
There are two people he fears most in the Feng Family.
First, the fourth in the Feng Family, who appears gentle and kind, always friendly. But even while chatting and laughing with you, he could stab you in the back and still ask you with a smile, "Does it hurt?" Damn, a real smiling tiger!
The other is Feng Huaijin, arrogant and dismissive of people like him, not even giving a second glance. Moreover, his actions are ruthless, known for his brutal ans, truly a Great Demon King. He cannot afford to provoke him.
He rembered two years ago when he went to the Feng Family in An City with Chenyu, he got handsy with the Feng Family’s youngest sister, who just started middle school, and got whipped by Feng Huaijin on a tree!
That incident left an indelible horrific impression on him, and now seeing Feng Huaijin is like a mouse seeing a cat!
Ling Yanchen’s mind was like fireworks going off, suddenly realizing a terrifying fact—
That night at the driving school, the man next to Su Li wasn’t Lu Zifan, but... Feng Huaijin.
No wonder he thought the body shape didn’t fit at the ti.
Gosh, is Ling Chenyu trying to get him killed?
Feng Huaijin lazily fiddled with the buttons on his cuffs, interestingly asking again, "Second Young Master of the Ling Family, am I qualified to compete with you for a woman?"
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