Luo Xiaoqian cried out in alarm and frantically pulled down her flipped-up T-shirt, looking behind her.
She saw that the stairwell door behind her was half-open, and behind the crack, a tall man wearing large dark sunglasses was smiling at her.
Realizing that the man was not Leng Zimo, the tiny heart that Luo Xiaoqian had felt leap to her throat finally fell back into place.
She felt she recognized the man’s face, but at that mont, Luo Xiaoqian simply had no inclination to ponder his identity.
"Shaless!"
With that curse thrown out, she hurried downstairs without noticing that the photograph in her pocket had fallen out.
Jiao Yang smiled, took a step into the stairwell, and noticing the reflection on the step, he stopped in confusion, bent down, and his slender fingers picked up the photograph from the ground. He poked his head towards the stairs and called out.
"Miss..."
"You’re the miss, your whole family are misses!"
Returning that from the stairs on the second floor, Luo Xiaoqian turned and pushed through the stairwell door, dashing into the restroom.
"Hey!"
Jiao Yang quickly walked to the stairs she had left from, pulled open the stairwell door, but she was already out of sight.
Shrugging his shoulders, he casually put the photograph in his pocket and Jiao Yang casually walked downstairs.
"When you’re unlucky, even drinking water can choke you. Leng Zimo, entertainnt Emperor, it’s a joke that I once considered you as my idol, I... ptui!" Luo Xiaoqian spat out the cold water she had used for rinsing her mouth. "He’s simply a bastard, a hooligan, a son of a turtle, one million, just you wait, when I have money, I’ll give you two million for you to clean my toilet for !"
Seething and uttering venomous words, she composed herself in front of the mirror before leaving the restroom and taking the elevator down to the first floor.
Leaving the lobby, Luo Xiaoqian hurried towards the subway station.
Preoccupied, she failed to notice the exiting cars’ warning at the parking lot and just kept her head down, moving forward.
In the shrill sound of screeching brakes, Luo Xiaoqian leaped aside in panic and turned to glare at the red Bugatti sports car that had stopped beside her, indignantly flipping it the middle finger.
Damn it, what kind of day is this? After running into two freaks in succession, now I was nearly hit by a car?!
Through the glass, Jiao Yang watched Luo Xiaoqian hold up her middle finger under the sun and slightly smiled.
This little girl has quite the temper!
Rolling down the window, he said with a smile, "Miss... no, little sister, wait a second..."
It was him again!
Luo Xiaoqian instantly recognized him as the man from the stairway. She naturally interpreted Jiao Yang’s behavior as an attempt to hit on her, her eyebrows furrowing in annoyance.
What’s going on today, why are all these n acting like persistent ghosts.
"Who’s your sister? Don’t think you’re sothing special just because you drive a fancy car and have money. I’ll tell you, I’m not impressed!"
"You’ve got it wrong, hang on a second..."
Jiao Yang leaned to the side, opening the glove box of the passenger seat where he had casually stowed the photograph earlier.
"Sorry, I’m not interested!"
With those words, Luo Xiaoqian ran towards the entrance of the subway.
"Take a look, is this yours?"
Jiao Yang took the photograph out of the glove box of the passenger seat and turned to hold it out the window.
No response ca. He turned back around, and there was no sign of Luo Xiaoqian outside the car.
Looking at the photograph in his hand, Jiao Yang furrowed his brows.
From behind, the sound of car horns could be heard. Jiao Yang’s car had been stopped at the exit the whole ti, and the drivers behind were getting impatient.
"If you don’t want it, don’t bla !"
Shrugging his shoulders, he put the photograph back into the glove box, started the car, and drove onto the roadway.
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