Qiao Chong'er listened to Xiao Yingying's playing of the affection card and finally couldn't help but put down her phone and looked up at her.
The ridicule and coldness in her eyes forced Xiao Yingying's words to retreat.
Seeing her quit the game and put her phone aside, Qiao Chong'er sneered:
"He stays outside the Qiao family's front door, isn't it because he has no money to stay in a hotel? Even the plane ticket has to rely on crowdfunding, so if he doesn't sleep on the street, does he want to stay in a presidential suite?"
"But..."
Xiao Yingying instinctively wanted to argue for Xiao Yi, even though every word Qiao Chong'er said was the truth.
However, Qiao Chong'er didn't give Xiao Yingying a chance to explain and continued:
"Do I have to be grateful and respond to him while he's begging at my doorstep? Bah! What kind of lowly thing is he to be worthy of this lady's gratitude? "
Qiao Chong'er looked at Xiao Yingying's increasingly ugly face and said with a smile:
