In the backyard, Qin Chuxia thoughtfully watched the stunningly beautiful woman hurry away. Her feminine intuition told her something unusual was going on.
She stopped insisting on giving him the money, but she had achieved another goal.
She had gotten Chen Lin's WeChat contact.
The moment they added each other, Qin Chuxia stood up in satisfaction, her smile turning radiant again.
"Chen, I'll get going, then! I'll come hang out with you again when I get the chance!"
She skipped out of the courtyard like a cheerful lark.
Watching her energetic figure retreat, Chen Lin shook his head helplessly.
That girl really has energy to spare.
Qin Chuxia left the little courtyard and followed the village's concrete road all the way to the entrance.
Suddenly, a jet-black Rolls-Royce Phantom, its paint reflecting a rich sheen in the sunlight, glided silently toward her and stopped smoothly beside her.
Its license plate, which began with "Mo A," looked utterly out of place in its surroundings.
The driver quickly got out, walked around to the back, and respectfully opened the door.
The lively smile vanished from Qin Chuxia's face in an instant, replaced by a composure beyond her years. She bent down and got into the car.
The car turned smoothly and drove out of the village, as silent as a ghost.
The back seat of the Rolls-Royce Phantom was so quiet that even the faint rustle of leather could be heard.
Qin Chuxia folded her arms, looking thoroughly displeased.
"This is all your fault! What kind of lousy idea was that? Money, money, money! Could you be any more tacky?"
Beside her sat an elegant, distinguished woman wearing a Chanel haute couture suit. She was Qin Chuxia's mother, Xia Yuwei.
Xia Yuwei looked a little surprised. "Huh? He wouldn't take it? Did