When Lin Miao'er saw who was getting out of the car, the corners of her mouth slightly lifted and she instantly understood everything. The biter bit!
So many years had passed, and it had always been the same with Lin Ke and Jiang Ranran—despicable tactics, unwilling to accept loss. If things didn't go as they desired, they would never let it go without a fight.
"Miss Lin, what happened? Are you alright?" Manager Li immediately quickened his pace toward Lin Miao'er, his palms already drenched with sweat, his heart racing to his throat.
"Thank you for your concern, Manager Li. I'm fine, but could you please help me check if there's anything wrong with this car?" Lin Miao'er, her mouth curled into a smile, watched as Lin Ke struggled to help Jiang Ranran from the driver's seat, staggering as he did so.