Although the villa was large, Song Qinghuan always felt oppressed living there. She also wanted to get some fresh air. When Mei Jun invited her out, she immediately accepted.
As she left the private road, she saw a woman in a Chanel dress at the intersection.
It was Han Qianqian!
Seeing her, Song Qinghuan didn't show much surprise. It seemed as though she had always expected Han Qianqian's appearance.
It wouldn't make sense if she had really given up and disappeared after their persistent duel that day.
Han Qianqian leaned against a white sports car, raising her chin arrogantly and asked Song Qinghuan, "Where are you going?"
Song Qinghuan didn't answer her directly, but just asked, "What is it?"
Han Qianqian gave her a cold look, just like when they were about to duel. Her eyes were full of murderous intent, hatred, and desperation. She stared at Song Qinghuan without blinking, breathing heavily, "I need to talk with you. Do you have the time right now?"
