In the neighborhood of the tube-shaped apartment buildings, it was rare to see someone driving a Mercedes G-Class, especially a young woman with such an aggressively attractive appearance.
Li Qiao, with one hand in her pocket, strolled around the front of the car and walked leisurely toward the sidewalk.
Not far away, Guan Mingyu, looking somewhat bulky in her school uniform, couldn't help but lower her head, turn her face away, and her eyes gradually reddened when she saw Li Qiao.
Li Qiao approached them with a calm expression, her gaze coldly fixed on Guan Mingyu, "After being bullied like that, you don't even know to fight back?"
Guan Mingyu's excessively round cheeks instantly flushed red, her eyes filled with panic, "I, I'm fine, they didn't mean any harm, Miss Li, you should hurry on if you have things to do, don't worry about me."
Was she afraid of getting her involved?
Li Qiao slowed her pace, appraising Guan Mingyu without blinking.
