Qiao Mu sat there without moving as if she hadn't heard anything.
Then, the man beside her threatened coldly, " Do you want me to carry you out of the car, or do you want to get out of the car yourself? Or if you want to live in the car, I don't mind sleeping with you in the car at night!"
Hearing the man's shameless words, Qiao Mu raised her eyes and glared at him. In the end, she still got out of the car angrily.
She was carrying the small bag that she had packed when she left the Li family. It was filled with some of her clothes. At this moment, she did not look good.
The tears on her face had dried up, and her cheeks were covered in tears. Her eyes were slightly swollen, and her hair and clothes were a little messy. Coupled with the small bag in her hand, she looked like she was fleeing from famine.
