Song Qingyang directly got into the car and closed the door, saying: "Not on the way!"
After speaking, she hit the gas, and soon the car merged into the crowd.
Shen Jiu'er called several times but got no response.
Shen Jiu'er frowned, did she really just leave her here? Is this the infamous plastic sisters?
But thinking about it, she realized she had known Song Qingyang for quite a while, and they weren't the type to lose their temper for no reason.
Finally, she sighed and stood by the roadside to hail a taxi.
She wondered if God was deliberately opposing her; she hailed several cabs, but none stopped.
Or if they stopped, someone else snatched them away.
Shen Jiu'er felt she was too kind and easily bullied. Why else would everyone dare to bully her?
Just as she was thinking this, a white convertible stopped in front of her.
Shen Jiu'er was startled, and the man had already rolled down the window to look at her.
