Emperor Mansion sat at the heart of Yaocheng, and if Beauty Village was a place for the upper crust to socialize and entertain themselves, then Emperor Mansion must have been for even deeper levels of amusement.
Everyone had a sense of the implication.
When Yao Qing got out of the taxi, she made a decision in her heart.
She needed to buy a car, no matter what kind, she had to get one.
Not returning to Yaocheng for several years, even the cab fare had doubled.
She handed a few red bills to the driver, who sneakily glanced at Yao Qing the moment he took the money.
Yao Qing caught him red-handed, and she looked at him with detached eyes as he peered at her.
"Is there a counterfeit?"
The driver touched his nose, looking somewhat embarrassed as he shook his head.
"Miss, I just thought that someone as pretty as you, you don't have to go to Emperor Mansion to make a livelihood…"
