Ji Chicheng's face flashed with disgust as he pressed the accelerator deep, and the car sped up at a flying speed on the wide eight-lane road.
Ji Mingyue was annoyed, "Ji Chicheng, are you crazy?"
"If you keep arguing, you will get out of the car."
Ji Chicheng coldly replied to Ji Mingyue, and the speed of the car continued to increase.
Such stimulation allowed him to cast aside the restlessness he was nearly unable to control within himself.
Anning watched the direction in which Ji Chicheng's car disappeared.
Wang Zhuoling's voice suddenly rose by her ear, "Isn't it good to be a well-behaved wife of a wealthy family?"
Anning diverted her gaze and smiled at Wang Zhuoling, "What's good about it?"
She retorted without wanting an answer, and bent down to get into the car.
