Yun Qiluo was completely unaware of Wu Qing's hateful thoughts, or rather, even if she knew, she wouldn't care.
Just a bad woman, she could beat her up at any moment.
She happily walked towards the school gate with Song Shijia.
Just as they reached the gate, they saw quite a crowd gathered there.
"Wow, this car is really darn cool! A Porsche 918?"
"Looks like only a rich guy could afford to ride it."
"Seems like it costs around thirteen to fourteen million..."
"I've never seen such an expensive car in my life, it's so beautiful, and that handsome guy is also really good-looking..."
Several girls were standing by the school gate discussing, and quite a few passersby stopped to admire the luxury car for a while.
And... at that moment, leaning against the car stood a handsome man in a high-end suit, wearing sunglasses, with a suave demeanor.
This person was none other than Fan Xinglan, who never knew the meaning of low-profile.
