Looking at the luxurious neighborhood, a contemptuous thought arose in his heart. Could these two good-looking little girls be scammers?
One of them had pretended to be paralyzed and swindled money everywhere to live in this place.
At the thought of this, the driver's attitude changed. He pushed the wheelchair in front of Tan Xingyue roughly, snorted coldly, returned to the car, and drove away.
Tan Xingyue was baffled by this. She turned to Wen Xin, wanting to ask her what had happened.
Wen Xin did not notice the chauffeur's actions as she was replying to Mu Chengxi's messages. She turned around and saw Tan Xingyue looking at her in confusion. Her voice softened slightly. "What's wrong?"
Tan Xingyue didn't want to affect Wen Xin's mood because of the small incident just now. She shook her head. "It's fine."
