"Hahaha, alright, alright, I'm going to leave first."
Temir's facial muscles are stiff, and even her tone has been altered by anger.
Watching her swiftly departing figure, Lisa asked.
"Have we gone too far?"
Cheng Daqi took her hand, wanting to catch up to Mi'er's pace, but Mi'er got into her car and drove off.
Shaking his head, President Cheng sighed.
"No, she needs to grow up."
It's still the same red Marsha, with Lisa sitting in the driver's seat.
"Chan, I'm feeling a bit anxious, it's like we've conspired to betray her."
After buckling the seat belt, President Cheng adjusted his seat, and then realized something uncomfortable under his butt.
"What did you put here? Ha, I've ruined your eyeshadow palette."
He muttered in a speechless tone.
"It's Cartier, two thousand dollars, reimburse me."
The female driver floored the accelerator, leading the late-night speeding team.
"Bullshit, when is eyeshadow ever that expensive?"
