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7 p.m.
Dong Ya and Qi Xi stepped out of the back seat of the Alphard, and Old Xiang, the driver with white gloves, considerately shielded them from the car door's edge, reminding, "Miss Dong, Miss Qi, please be careful."
This wasn't the first time they had enjoyed such service; just a few days ago in Yanjing, they rode in Shen Yuan's Maybach with a similarly attentive driver, neatly dressed in formal attire.
Once both girls had alighted, Old Xiang gestured politely towards the entrance: "You can go in now, ladies. Mr. Shen is already inside waiting for you both."
"Okay."
Dong Ya responded with a smile, watched the Alphard slowly drive away, then turned to gaze at the villa with its large garden, sighing after a while, "Qi Xi, I always feel like I don't fit in here."
Dong Ya glanced at her own outfit: she was carrying a Coach bag, wore a ZARA tank top, and a skirt she bought online—all together totaling no more than 2000 yuan.
(PS: Reference for Dong Ya's outfit.)
