While the Wen Corporation had just organized a smooth product launch for Ai Shang Cosmetics, Xia Ruya had managed to escape successfully.
The small, red-colored handbag that she had on her was long taken away by the redhead and she did not have a single cent with her at all. However, she felt a little thankful for the 200 yuan that she found in the pocket of the man in the black T-shirt, as well as some loose change.
She spent 30 yuan on the taxi fare for her trip from the Western district to the city. She could still remember how the taxis zoomed past her mercilessly without even hesitating or slowing down for her, despite the fact that she flailed her arms in the air incessantly in a bid to flag down a cab. She knew… that she was in a terrible state with her hair as unkempt as that of a beggar. Her jacket was also dirty, tattered and torn. Who would believe that someone like her could afford to pay for the fare?
