C165 With a Bad Purpose

The lights downstairs were dim, but she could see the X6 parked directly below her. She looked at it and then at the familiar Q7 under the birch tree in the distance.

At this moment, Qiao Mo Ran was laughing at himself. How could she, Qiao Mo, be in their eyes?

What virtue or ability did she have to make them waste so much effort?

After hanging up the phone