"Who told you to board the car first and pay the fare afterward? Serves you right." Qiao Xiguan teased with a smile, "Let's see if you dare to do this again in the future."
"In the future…" Gui Yuan deliberately drew out his words.
"Sorry, kids will be kids; there won't be a next time for this matter," Qiao Xiguan said, her smile radiant, her large eyes curving into crescents, clearly giving off a sweet vibe.
It seemed Gu Zichen glanced at Qiao Xiguan several times through the rearview mirror, his thin lips pressed tightly together.
"I can't talk anymore, I have to go greet the guests."
"Okay, bye." Qiao Xiguan hung up the phone.
Her eyes kept watching the streets of Shanghai, which were resplendent like a flamboyant tapestry.
She couldn't quite identify her feelings, but she always thought that time could dilute everything and thus naturally accept everything.
Just as she had accepted that Qi Lingfeng had been plotting every step of the way from the beginning.