After the ease, the feeling that spontaneously arose in Ye Shiyu's heart was that of anger from being exposed.
Her phone in her hand was brightly lit, and her eyes were fixed on Spencer as she spoke,
"What's dirty in the head sees everything as dirty, especially a foolish brain."
Hiss...
"You dare call me dumb?!"
"Merely stating a fact."
One phone increasingly somber, one head of hair increasingly lustrous; the desire for victory was clearly beginning to surface.
On the side, Yan Huan became alert and rational, evidently realizing the need to intervene.
He sighed helplessly, walked between the two, and said,
"This competition may be about borrowing to race, but I am a living person, okay? Could you at least ask my opinion before borrowing me?"
"..."
Hearing this, Spencer was slightly stunned and offered no retort.
Ye Shiyu, looking at Yan Huan from behind, had the teachings of her mother surfacing in her heart.
She glanced at Spencer and taught her,
