While the two of them were having breakfast at the VIP area, watching the ferry and the sea outside the window, and enjoying the wealth of the nation for once, two other groups were also hurrying over.
No words needed, He Qingyan was on her way to {Chunshan Second Wharf} by car.
A sports car worth less than a million really wasn't much in Haicheng, but she drove with an air of unrivaled dominance.
Whether their cars were better or worse than hers, as long as they were men, they all despised this kind of arrogance that wasn't their own.
But when they saw He Qingyan's license plate, they felt a tad bit sheepish.
Some bragged that with that license plate, you could run red lights without problems, but He Qingyan never ran red lights, and she only overtook other cars on stretches without surveillance.
Chen Ke and Fei Xiaoxiao took the tourist bus line—like it was said, all the buses in Haicheng are tourist lines.
