"Ye Wudao, these are all my good girlfriends, good friends, everyone, come over and meet him." In the evening, Nangong Xueer brought Ye Wudao to a nightclub and introduced him to her friends.
Ye Wudao looked around and found that Nangong Xueer's friends were all quite distinguished young ladies and gentlemen, each dressed head-to-toe in designer brands. Just one limited-edition LV handbag could take an ordinary person ten or eight years of hard work to afford.
But that wasn't surprising. If Nangong Xueer's friends had all been Cinderellas and nobodies, that would have been abnormal. Birds of a feather flock together, after all.
"Xue'er, is he the one you said peeked at you taking a bath when you were kids?" A close girlfriend named Guo Xiaoyun heard Ye Wudao's name and suddenly covered her mouth in shock, exclaiming.
