Chapter 187 Fake Speed King (1)

• Han Rui was drenched in sweat and slapped himself. “Look at this damn mouth of mine. I never know when to shut up.”
• “Darling, that’s not what I meant. I just wanted to… butter you up a little.”
• Leng Shuayan flicked a glance at Marc Egerton behind her, cool as ice. “Do I need you to butter me up? My dad’s the richest man in Riverton. People lining up to kiss my ass stretch from Riverton all the way to the Eiffel Tower. Who the hell do you think you are?”