Sun Lingling saw Xu Qiaoqiao as if she finally recognized someone familiar.
Her eyes reddened in an instant, and she called out in a trembling voice, "Sister Chuchu!"
Xu Qiaoqiao acknowledged her with a nod, walked over, and examined her injuries.
She appeared much worse than Xu Nanjia.
Her face was bruised, but she stubbornly bit her lip, without letting out a scream of pain.
At that moment, she was holding a bill, her hand trembling.
Xu Qiaoqiao saw this situation, reached out her hand, took the bill from her, and briefly read it —
"A hundred and five thousand?!"
Freaking hell!
What on earth did this group of the rich second generation eat?! There's so much money, they simply couldn't have spent it all?!
Damn!
Although Xu Qiaoqiao was already accustomed to the extravagant waste of the wealthy, seeing those numbers on the bill, she was still shocked.
