The reason why he agreed was that he couldn't find any reason to lose.

Previously, he had doubted whether Fang Yan was holding something back, but when he saw the Ford Mustang, he was completely convinced.

It is simply a fantasy that a 2.3-displacement vehicle can win the race against a 3.0-displacement vehicle...

"Of course I can get it, otherwise it's up to you to do whatever you want!"

"good!"

After saying that, Fang Yu stepped on the accelerator, and the car rushed out of the starting point like an arrow from the string.

And the Ford Mustang...is still there.

Seeing this, Fang Tian couldn't help but smile to himself, for eight million... Fang Yu was quite embarrassed.

But it’s okay, Fang Yan loves to talk nonsense so much, so we should teach him a lesson.

If he can't come up with eight million by then, I'm afraid Fang Yu and Fang Jiahao brothers will punish him.

"Hahaha, chase, let's see how this snail can catch up with the cheetah!" Fang Jiahao laughed.

Fang Lan frowned slightly: "What's going on with Xiaoyu? Didn't I agree to give you half a circle?"

Fang Yan smiled slightly, his expression still calm.

"No need, Sister Lan, Miaoxue, just sit still!"
Chapter completed!