Mentioning this, Wen Xu couldn't help but give a wry smile.
He tucked his helmet under his arm and patted his friend Sun Haohui's shoulder, "Don't bring up my brother, let's just stay friends."
Sun Haohui couldn't help but laugh, "Your brother didn't really turn your race track into a graveyard, did he?"
"Not exactly, but it's even worse than that."
Sun Haohui asked curiously, "How so?"
Wen Xu, with a face full of despair, sat down on the steps nearby and said, "He sent me to some godforsaken branch office to duel it out alone with a bunch of old fogeys. He's quite at ease with it, but I haven't had a good sleep in half a year."
Sun Haohui couldn't help but sympathize.
However, Wen Xu straightened up from the steps and said, "Right, I won't be joining you guys tomorrow. I've got to meet a friend."
"You have friends in London as well? What kind of friend, someone who's into car racing too?"
