"Uncle Zhao, just help me this once. I'll definitely remember your favor. Please…"
Su Qianxun anxiously tapped on the car window. For her younger brother's sake, she did not even care that her pride was being trampled into pieces.
However, the car drove away, splashing muddy water on her in the process. Su Qianxun was completely drenched. She stood in the rain and watched as the luxury car sped away. She bit her lower lip hard. She cut a sorry figure as she stood in the rain.
She looked lowly but prideful!
Escorted by a group of bodyguards, Long Sijue walked out of the hotel entrance. With a burning cigarette between his fingers, he witnessed the entire scene that had just happened.
He raised his hand and took a drag on his cigarette. There was a cold expression on his handsome face, and his deep, cold eyes tinted the surrounding atmosphere with a sense of oppression, capable of making others tremble.
