Not simple

An SUV crawled through the heavy traffic jam. Inside, Ling Qingyu impatiently blew at the strands of hair on her forehead as her hands idly caressed the steering wheel.

The copilot was a new face, while behind her sat the beautiful woman who had given her a headache to deal with.

She had no idea what went on in this woman's mind, leaving her speechless as she shamelessly hopped into the vehicle, insisting that Spirit Fox should escort her home safely.

Hell, even if Ling Qingyu left behind a mess, her subordinates would handle everything perfectly, but this girl should have realized she had more means at her disposal.

Even if she had been a toy played with by powerful bosses, Ling Qingyu had made the mistake of underestimating other parties based solely on their identities.

Once they saw an opportunity, they jumped in without the slightest hesitation to secure their future.

"What's wrong? Am I that bad in your eyes?" the woman asked.