Super Student's Three-realms Army

However, because of Zhao Ying'er's matter, Zhang Xiaofann's heart was burning with anger. He did not have the time to bother with this little trash.    

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaofann lowered the window, allowing the cool breeze of the night outside to enter the car. At the same time, Zhang Xiaofann's accumulated anger in his heart also dissipated a lot, and his entire spirit was refreshed.    

"It seems that I was too anxious in dealing with Yingbao…"    

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaofann did not shake his head and laughed endlessly. He temporarily chose to suppress the matter of Yingbao.    

Moreover, Zhang Xiaofann was also clear that the things that belonged to him, Zhang Xiaofann, would definitely belong to him.    

The Xiangshan Road was originally a mountain road that had been built in the 70s in Jing Capital.    

However, due to the age of the road, very few cars would choose to pass through here. At the same time, very few cars would pass through this place. Because of this, this place was also privately modified into a race track.    

Wang Yuanping brought Zhang Xiaofann to the top of the Xiangshan Road. Looking at the lively and noisy scene in front of him, Zhang Xiaofann was quite surprised.    

It must be known that this place was much more spectacular than the underground race track in Hangcheng's Wuyun Mountain.    

After Wang Yuanping walked down from his Ferrari, he naturally attracted the excited screams and cheers of countless girls.    

As for Zhang Xiaofann, he was leisurely leaning on the side of the Ferrari's passenger door. His expression was indifferent, and he seemed to be out of place with the bustling scene around him.    

Amongst the crowd, a large circle naturally appeared. Amongst them, there was an extremely cool black Ferrari Laferrari, which attracted everyone's attention.    

At the front of the Ferrari, there was a handsome young man with his hands in his pockets as he stood proudly.    

This person's face had gold-rimmed eyes, which made him look very gentle and refined. Almost everyone present had their eyes on him. There were looks of admiration, adoration, and fear.    

In short, all kinds of gazes could be found on him!    

The number one noble heir of Yan Jing, Murong Wushuang, no matter where he went, he was undoubtedly the center of attention among the younger generation.    

And on Murong Wushuang's right side, stood the tall and cold Yao Siyu.    

Yao Siyu, at this moment, naturally enjoyed the envious gazes of many other people.    

To be honest, if they could, they really wished that the person standing beside Murong Wushuang was not Yao Siyu, but themselves.    

Not far away from Murong Wushuang's right hand side, there was a peerless beauty who was not inferior to Yao Siyu in terms of looks and temperament.    

In fact, from a certain point of view, this Eastern woman was even better than Yao Siyu. This made many of the onlookers, who were watching the show, focus their gazes on this woman.