"Want me to drive?"
Cen Mohan obediently walked over to the driver's-side door.
Su Qiao rolled her eyes at him. "Get in the passenger seat. I'm driving."
It was her new car. She hadn't even driven it twice yet, so why should she let him drive?
"Oh."
Cen Mohan moved swiftly to the other side and got into the passenger seat.
*
While flowers bloom on one branch, let us turn to another.
At the Wang residence, Wang Zhiyao had just stepped through the door when his parents and sister surrounded him.
Three pairs of eyes gazed at him expectantly.
Irritated, Wang Zhiyao pushed them away, walked straight into his room, and slammed the door shut.
What else could the Wang Family fail to understand?
"I told you that little bitch wouldn't hand it over so easily."
"Hmph, this isn't about whether she's willing or not. I'll go and demand it back from her myself tomorrow."
Wang Lingxi's face was vicious and twisted with jealousy, making her look especially mean and ugly.
*
The next day, after meeting with Pan Junxi, Su Qiao drove to the gym, planning to pick up Cen Mohan and go eat with him. But the moment she got out of the car, she was blocked by Mother Wang and Wang Lingxi.
Wang Lingxi stared at the white Land Rover before her, consumed with jealousy. Her eyes had practically turned red.
She slapped the car door hard. "Oh, look at you, driving a car now!"
"How long has it been since we last saw each other? You've got a designer bag and a new car already. You must've latched onto some rich man, huh?"
"Tell me, how old is he? Old enough to be your father? Or your grandfather? Is his hair already white?"
Su Qiao