Rich people are all like this

Xue Murong turned around and ran toward Yu Lingqian, clutching his arm tightly, a defiant look in her eyes, "No, Ah Qian, I won't go with him, I want to stay here with you—"

With her pouncing like that, Mu Anran, who stood beside him, was jostled so hard that her shoulder ached.

However, before Xue Murong's words had even finished, Gu Yichen had already approached her from behind.

She felt her body lighten suddenly, as she was hoisted into the air.

"Gu Yichen, jerk, let me go!" Xue Murong lay on his shoulder, kicking and struggling, "Let go! Ah Qian, Ah Qian—"

Until the sound of a car engine starting was heard outside—

"Do all you rich people bully others and act unreasonably like this?" Mu Anran asked coolly.

Yu Lingqian glanced at her, "Do you mean I'm also like that?"

Mu Anran shrugged, "What do you think?"

"I think…" Yu Lingqian began, then suddenly moved toward her with ill intent.

Mu Anran panicked and instinctively stepped back.