At that moment, Xia Shiyi and her mother caught sight of a figure not far away.
"Honey, isn't that Xia Xiyan?"
Xia Shiyi squinted, adjusted her seat to a more comfortable position, and scoffed, "It really is her, she exudes such a lowly aura all over.
The weather in early summer, thunderstorms come out of nowhere.
It was sunny just now, and in no time, a whole cloud of dark clouds was rolling in from the distance.
Seeing Xiyan's pitiful look riding on her little electric scooter, Yang Shurong gloated, "Who told her mother to love being a mistress so much? Now she's a vegetable, and Xia Xiyan is living so miserably, they both deserve it!"
Just then, a guy who looked like a hooligan, with bleached hair, appeared to deliberately bump into Xiyan's scooter.
"Ah—" Xiyan was shocked, quickly gripping the brakes.
"Ouch." The hooligan fell to the ground and wouldn't get up, clutching his knee and rolling around, "It hurts like hell, how are you riding?"
