Zhao Fei'er came in. Today, she wore a Chanel colored vest, high-waisted pants, and a delicate light makeup on her pretty little face. Her huge buttocks made her look exceptionally radiant.
Zhao Fei'er twisted her butt and came in. She intimately held onto Su Xiao Ying’s slender arm, unable to hide her pride and pride. She even pretended to be coquettish and distressed, “Xiaoying, I don’t know why California’s Saint Li Institute suddenly gave me this spot. I’m sorry. We’re such good friends after all. Now that I can go abroad to further my studies, you’ll definitely give me your blessings, right?”
It was actually Zhao Fei'er.
Su Xiaoying Yujie blinked but did not reveal anything. She smiled faintly and said, “Fei'er, I wish you the best.”
”...”
Zhao Fei'er felt as if her fist had smashed into cotton. Compared to her success as a villain, Su Xiaoying was generous. Her every frown and smile was sweet and beautiful.
