Lian Qiao found it quite convenient to drive herself. She and Shuang Niuniu sang their way into Tong Jiawei's private residence without much trouble.
This mansion was a gift from Tong Jiawei's parents when he started working—a garden villa with a unique flair. Every piece of the renovation and household appliances was anything but modest. It was an extreme waste for just one person to live in.
Cough, at that time, after being invited to check out the house, Lian Qiao was scared witless. Damn, it was way too luxurious.
Back then, she had just realized that she actually had a rich second-generation friend among her dubious social circle.
However, later on, after seeing the Fire King of Hell's residence Jingli, she truly understood what extravagance meant—what paradise on earth is, and what shamelessness is—
Cough, enough digressing.
Park the car, walk to the door, ring the doorbell.
