However, Xin Xiaoxiao didn't notice at all and was still meticulously studying the commemorative edition of the Maybach.
One moment she was looking at herself in the rearview mirror, the next she was running to the car's back, touching it, just like those brainless fangirls who are crazy when they see their idol.
Xin Hailong couldn't stand it anymore and walked over to her, grabbing her wrist with his hand and giving it a hard squeeze.
"Ouch..." Xin Xiaoxiao cried out in pain, her attention shifted from the Maybach, she frowned discontentedly at Xin Hailong, "Why are you pinching me?"
She shook off Xin Hailong's hand and looked down at her wrist, it was red.
"Annoying."
She grumbled discontentedly, lowered her head, rubbing her wrist as she walked into the hotel.
Just like before, she ignored the crowd standing at the entrance.
While walking, she took out her phone, snapped a photo of her reddened wrist and sent it to Xiang Yiqing, playing the victim.
