It's no wonder men would think that way, a woman like Qin Xue squatting and crying outside a villa in the middle of the night.
It was indeed easy to be misunderstood as the mistress of some man in Haitian Villa, now heartlessly abandoned.
"Brother, could you please move aside? She's my friend," Wang Dadong said with a frown.
The Maybach was parked in such a way it blocked the Maserati, the Maserati needed to leave, so the Maybach had to move.
The man turned his head to glance at Wang Dadong and immediately showed a mocking smile, "Damn, where did this shabby security guard come from? Get out of the way; do you even deserve to have such friends?"
"What's wrong with being a security guard? Can't a security guard have wealthy friends?" Wang Dadong said, visibly annoyed.
"Friends are for people of the same level, your kind, the lower level only fit to serve us," the man said arrogantly.
