Finally, Zhang Jing got into the sports car.
Taking advantage of the afternoon, he decided to change his driver's license and buy another car; always taking taxis wasn't a solution.
Fortunately, the United States recognizes Chinese driver's licenses, so he only needed to go through the formalities once.
Qu Xiaoqing happened to be free, so he lent her his driver.
In the evening, Qu Xiaoqing dragged her tired body, looking exhausted, back to her rented apartment building.
Ding Jiaqi was cleaning when she looked at her friend and asked curiously, "What were you busy with this afternoon?"
"I almost got killed by Zhang Jing."
Qu Xiaoqing listlessly opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of water, and gulped down half of it.
"You two were together this afternoon?" Ding Jiaqi asked un
