Her words were cold and resolute.
Clearly, for Lu Mian, societal ethics and moral coercion were like insignificant clouds.
"You, you little brat, do you have any idea who we are?" Wang Sao was angry, nearly revealing her identity.
Liang Xueyan grabbed her in time.
Lu Mian, eyes lowered, let out a low laugh with a hint of sarcasm in her voice, nonchalantly said, "If I don't like someone, even if the president arrives, I won't let them in. If I like them, I'll welcome a beggar into the car."
"You! So arrogant!" Wang Sao was so infuriated her face turned red and her ears flushed.
The cab driver, witnessing this, had already backed out. He had just wanted to help them out when he saw they were in trouble.
But these servants seemed to come from a significant background, and if anything happened during the ride, he wouldn't be able to clear his name.
