However, just when she hadn't quite decided whether to call directly, she felt someone's shadow standing in front of her.
"Are you Song Qiao?" A voice filled with displeasure and arrogance sounded beside her ear, clearly belonging to a girl.
Song Qiao looked up and saw, standing before her without knowing when, a girl dressed in branded clothes, her makeup delicate, appearing to be about eighteen or nineteen years of age, wearing a pair of high-heeled shoes and holding an LV bag in her hand.
She put down her phone, her expression unchanged, and hummed in acknowledgment.
The person who came, both in terms of her aura and her tone, was obviously looking for trouble.
Reaching up to brush the hair that had fallen in front of her behind her ear, Song Qiao then spoke indifferently, "I'm Song Qiao, do you need something from me?"
