In the carriage, all was quiet.
Li Qiao's dark doe eyes stared unblinkingly at Qiu Huan, slowly drifting down to the front hood.
Stepping on her car emblem, very good!
Li Qiao exhaled, unfastened her seatbelt, pushed open the scissor doors, and leaned out of the car.
At that moment, a black business car slowly emerged from the exit of the underground passage.
But Qiu Huan didn't notice, maintaining his stance on the hood and looking at Li Qiao with a wicked smile curling his lips.
However... that figure seemed somewhat familiar, especially the distinctive doe eyes, which grew more recognizable the longer he looked.
Li Qiao, her face masked, calmly approached Qiu Huan and stared at his leg. In the blink of an eye, she suddenly bent her knee and hit him right in the back of his leg.
Qiu Huan jolted back, stumbled, and gathered his leg, dropping his cigarette in surprise, "Fuck..."
