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The closed race track offered a distinct advantage: no interruptions. You could follow your whims, and on this track, Tong Qing felt like the wind itself, racing unrestrained and free. Chiang Yu had assumed Tong Qing was clueless, yet to his surprise, her car glided along the track’s curves with grace, overtaking him at the very first bend. "Damn it," Chiang Yu muttered