Su Yixia stopped just over a ter away from the BMW, finally maintaining the restraint of a young girl and halting her footsteps.
Her heart was thumping wildly.
Was the man in front of her the legendary Mr. Xiao?
His silhouette was as tall and straight as a tree, exuding a sense of absolute security that made her let her imagination run wild. She rembered what Lin Yishan had said:
"My uncle, who goes to the gym every day, has several packs of abs, really tempting."
Tall and handso.
His features were coveted by the modeling world in Paris.
Perfect, handso, wealthy, the son of the richest man—wasn’t he the ideal prince charming from Su Yixia’s dreams, a real-life version of Prince Charming?
"Mr. Xiao, Mr. Xiao—" Every word Su Yixia uttered seed as if it had been finely carved between her teeth, grinded for a long ti because she was too excited.
Her brother must have been mistaken, he definitely had seen it wrong that night, because this man, the legendary perfect man, was about to belong to her, Su Yixia.
"Yes, I am Mr. Xiao," the man standing beside the BMW said.
Su Yixia was montarily stunned when she heard his voice.
Just listening to that voice, it was very strange, not sounding like that of a young and strong man.
As the man turned around, Su Yixia’s whole body broke out in sweat, every pore scread in terror.
It was a face, wrinkled like the bark of an old tree.
An old man, probably over sixty or seventy years old.
"Are you looking for , miss?" the old man asked.
Su Yixia took steps backwards, not understanding what had happened, denying with her mouth, "No, I wasn’t looking for you, I definitely wasn’t looking for you!"
The last sentence, she practically scread out!
"Aren’t you looking for a Mr. Xiao?" The old man, seemingly rich, said angrily after hearing her words and seeing her expression.
Su Yixia’s mind was in a haze, as if she had just had a nightmare, breaking out in a cold sweat and about to run away.
The old man clearly couldn’t hear her reasonable explanation and reached forward to grab her arm.
Su Yixia suddenly turned back and slapped him across the face.
The old man, caught off guard, got hit by her slap and, in a fit of rage, kicked her shin.
Su Yixia cried out and crouched on the ground.
The old man let her go with a grunt, spitting out, "It’s just a bit of beauty, yet you aspire to punch above your weight?"
Tears imdiately started rolling in Su Yixia’s eyes.
Thinking when she had ever suffered such an insult!
She knew exactly who was behind this!
With a snap, the old man got into the BMW, slamd the car door, and sped away.
Su Yixia pulled out her phone and called Lin Yishan.
Lin Yishan seed to be busy, and it took her a while to pick up the call.
"What did you and he say!" Su Yixia started by yelling.
Lin Yishan was taken aback, "What are you talking about? I told him that my mom has sothing for him, and asked him to pick it up on his way, in our parking lot. What happened?"
"Co down and see for yourself. The great thing you did!"
Su Yixia had not finished speaking.
The old man driving the BMW, clearly still upset by the slap he received earlier, unknowingly went sowhere to fetch a bucket of ice water. He then abruptly approached Su Yixia from behind and poured the bucket of ice water over her head.
Su Yixia scread on the phone, startling Lin Yishan on the other end.
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