Was he joking? A professional race was far more dangerous. Even though Miss Huo was a brilliant racer, she could not compare to a professional. In a professional race, it was a matter of life and death.

  If he allowed her to join the race, the chief steward would break his arms.

  Zhou Yixun refused to give up. "Please help me. I genuinely need his help."

  Chen Ming frowned and said, "Impossible. The driver doesn't have a racing license. Even if we want to help, it is useless."

  "It doesn't matter. It isn't a professional race, so no licenses are required," answered Zhou Yixun anxiously.

  The moment Chen Ming heard what he said, he made up his mind not to let him see Miss Huo. Although Chen Ming was not a professional racer, he had encountered a lot of dangerous underground races in his lifetime with dangerous stakes.

  Underground races were far more violent than official races.

  Chen Ming could not be bothered talking to Zhou Yixun, so he got his subordinates to drive him away.

  Zhou Yixun had no choice. Since Chen Ming was very determined, he could only get back into his car disappointedly.

  He turned back and glanced at the training facility. It was too bad.

  Sigh.

  Chen Ming watched as the car drove off before he finally shifted his eyes.

  Huo Yao and Huo Changfeng had done two laps on the racing track. Huo Changfeng was not getting any younger, so he needed to rest.

  Huo Yao finally got off the car. Her long straight hair was a little disheveled from the wind. Her exquisite face looked fair and radiant. After getting out of the car, she stuck her thumb up at Uncle Changfeng. "You were good."

  Huo Changfeng gasped, leaning against the car. He waved his hand. "No, I am getting old, so I have trouble keeping up, physically."

  "You are not old at all." Huo Yao smiled.

  Chen Ming came over with two bottles of water and gave them to each of them.

  Huo Changfeng opened the water and took a sip. After he was slightly better, he said, "Let me take a break before we do it again."

  Huo Yao nodded. "Sure. In that case, I will go to the bathroom first."

  Huo Changfeng acknowledged her softly.

  Chen Ming told Huo Yao where the bathroom was. She thanked him before heading over.

  The bathroom was some distance from the racecourse. On her way there, someone suddenly stopped her.

  Huo Yao raised her head and saw a young man in front of her. She looked at him calmly without breaking the silence.

  Sometime ago, after Zhou Yixun had driven away some distance, he gave it some thought and changed his mind. For some reason, he decided to try his luck waiting here, even though the race was about to begin.

  When he saw someone coming out from the training facility, he automatically stopped her. However, she was unexpectedly young.

  More importantly, she was gorgeous.

  Zhou Yixun scratched his head as he glanced at the training facility and asked politely. "How do you do? Are you with them?"

  He pointed at Chen Ming from behind.

  "Yes?" Huo Yao had a cool aura and spoke mildly.

  "I want to talk to the person driving the silver car earlier." Zhou Yixun put on a bold front and spoke.

  It was already night. Even though there were lights on in the training facility, it was some distance from the actual racecourse, so it was impossible to get a close look at the actual driver. Zhou Yixun had no idea if Huo Yao was the racer from earlier.

  Huo Yao raised her brows slightly. "Why do you want to talk to the driver?"

  Zhou Yixun lowered his head, checked the time, and said quickly, "I noticed he was a very good racer…… I want to invite him to help me join a race in the professional racecourse. Can you help me ask?"