A tall, slender girl dressed in the latest Dior haute couture stood there elegantly, her eyes full of tenderness as she gazed at Yu Lingqian.
Her gaze was so tender it seemed like Yu Lingqian was the only person in the world to her.
Song Jiaqi's eyes flickered as she looked at Su Qiao and then at Mu Anran, finally settling her gaze on Yu Lingqian: "Damn, this is going to be fun, a coup is coming!"
Su Qiao walked over with a light smile, taking elegant steps, "Ah Qian, your aunt sent me to pick you up."
Without looking away, her clear eyes were filled with a gentle gaze from start to finish that fell on Yu Lingqian.
Yu Lingqian looked at her indifferently, "What virtue or ability do I have to have Miss Su personally come to fetch me?"
With a gentle smile and every move exuding the grace of a debutante, Su Qiao said, "Don't be too polite, it's what I should do."
Song Jiaqi raised an eyebrow: This is downright provocation!
What does she mean it's what she should do?
