A white Porsche Panamera quietly pulled up to the sidewalk.
Xie Yunyao, who was walking and chatting shoulder-to-shoulder with Wang Chen, instinctively stopped in her tracks, because although this wasn't her car, it was still very familiar to her.
The car doors opened, and two young men stepped out from the driver's seat and passenger seat respectively.
The driver beamed and waved at Xie Yunyao, "Yaoyao, what a coincidence!"
What a coincidence?
Xie Yunyao glared angrily, her eyes widening—what kind of coincidence would lead to this!
The other young man shot a venomous glare at Wang Chen, as if the latter had some deep-seated vendetta against him.
The driver had a playful look in his eyes as he walked over and asked, "Yunyao, is this your friend? How come I've never seen him before… ouch!"
He let out a pained cry, "You little brat!"
He had been stomped on, hard, by Xie Yunyao.
