The sports car's driver-side window slid down to reveal the handsome face of a man in his twenties, the typical image of a wealthy heir or rich kid. He fixed his gaze on Li Qianrui's pretty, lively face and blinked, "Beautiful, where are you headed? I can give you a lift."
Li Qianrui glanced at the rich kid. He seemed to be showing off his sports car, obviously the kind of spoiled brat who uses expensive cars to pick up girls. She snorted inwardly; that sports car of his... wasn't all that expensive, was it?
But she was honestly exhausted, both physically and mentally. Her ankle, which she had twisted earlier, was still aching—a 'gift' from that man behind her!
Li Qianrui stopped walking and then nodded, "Sure, take me home."
