"She got in?"
"How come?"
Ji Ziyin's eyes widened as she stared at the television. She could hardly believe her eyes, and her mind was buzzing so much that her head was about to explode.
Qiao Nian had entered the Privy Council?
Just like that?
Ji Ziyin's hands started trembling, and her expression was terrible. She was at a loss and could not accept reality.
Pulling her hair, she suddenly got up to chase after Qiao Nian.
She wanted to ask her if this was all planned. She wanted to make her suffer and regret her revenge.
***
Outside.
The girl did not go far after leaving the apartment before seeing a familiar Land Rover by the roadside.
The license plate number on the back was familiar—someone's favorite number, 8.
Qiao Nian paused and then went in the car's direction.
