"Oh, skipping class only a few days into the term, huh? Having a backing really is something!" Lin Qiao said, glancing again at the luxury car driving off in the distance.
Even though she didn't recognize the model, she knew it was a kind of Bentley, worth at least several millions.
What a crafty thing, she has managed to hook such a rich man to drop her off at school.
But she couldn't make out how the man inside the car looked like because the windows were tinted.
I bet he's a doddering old man in his sixties.
Lin Qiao thought to herself with contempt.
Looking at Su Wanwan, with her hair in a mess and beaming face, she could tell she was coming fresh from some man's company.
They couldn't have been fooling around in the car just a moment ago, could they?
The very thought of that disgraceful scene made Lin Qiao's face turn red with anger.
Such a shameless lowlife!
Su Wanwan looked at her, "Lin Qiao, have I ever eaten rice from your house?"
