Qiao Xi's pupils constricted. Something she wanted? Did this woman know what she wanted? Her heart was beating fast, and she didn't know how to respond.
Qiao Xi licked her dry lips and suppressed the excitement in her heart. She said in a low voice, "The car I called is about to arrive. I don't know what you're talking about..." Her pupils trembled, making it seem even more obvious that she was being insincere.
Hearing this, Su Ling turned her head and looked at Qiao Xi with a bit of disdain. Qiao Xi's toes curled up a little, and she resisted the urge to step back. She was in a very bad state right now. Her combed hair was a little messy, her forehead was covered in sweat, and it was oily under the sun. Her face was red from running just now, and her lips were dry and scalded. She looked terrible. She was different from Su Ling, who was a socialite that was exquisite from top to toe. How could such a person have any perseverance and conscience?
