Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group

Ye Chen smiled faintly, "Looks like you’re my woman now." At this moment, a group of young people gathered around an open space.

Zhao Ying said, "They’re over there, let’s drive over."

Ye Chen made a beautiful drift and stopped the car between two vehicles.

A cold laugh resounded, "Zhao Ying, you really dare to come."

Next to the Lamborghini, a Maserati rolled down its window.

A woman with a beauty score of only around 60 looked at Zhao Ying with a face full of mockery.

The only striking thing about this woman was her glimmering jewels.

Despite this, after Ye Chen took one look, he lost interest immediately.

At this moment, a mocking voice sounded, "Zhao Ying, you’re letting this pretty boy race for you?"