Zhou Ling and the others were making a fuss about sending Xia Ning off. Xia Ning could not reject them, so she could only let them follow her to the parking lot.
Even though they knew that Xia Ning was already taken, some people still felt a little indignant. It was human nature to be jealous. However, she did not mind letting some people know their own position. It had nothing to do with status, it was just a simple identity.
The underground parking lot at night was very quiet. The sound of high heels could be heard from afar, followed by the laughter of the crowd.
When a certain someone who was sitting in the car and typing on WeChat heard a voice in the crowd, she immediately put down her phone and looked at the entrance. She smiled and calmly explained to the people around her. She looked polite, but there was a sense of distance.
