Sheng Qianxia was momentarily stunned. Just as she was about to speak, Ye Qiang cut her off—
"Although I am now the design director at Gong Group's A-city headquarters, I just bought a car worth over six million a few days ago. I really can't help. If I had known you were coming to me, I would have kept it to lend to you."
Ye Qiang said 'generously'.
Should she thank her? Sheng Qianxia's expression was icy cold.
The sharp pain in her abdomen was becoming clearer and clearer; she had no time to deal with Ye Qiang.
Ye Qiang noticed the ugly look on Sheng Qianxia's face, thinking she had struck a nerve.
So, she continued to humiliate Sheng Qianxia with relish:
"Why are you wearing just a wet shirt? Aren't you cold? Going for a sexy look? Is this a man's shirt? Ling Muye's? Hoping to change his mind?"
