"Ah, it's still so comfortable in a supercar!" Yang Xinxin sighed, taking a deep breath of the Lycar's cool air-conditioning. It felt heavenly. In truth, her posture couldn't be described as sitting. She was hunched over and curled up in the single-seat passenger space, which was anything but comfortable. She looked rather pitiful, like a piece of cargo.
"Zi Mo, this is my high school classmate, Yang Xinxin," Su Xuan said, making a brief introduction. "She just flew in not long ago to visit a sick teacher."
It was a relief that Yang Xinxin was only visiting a teacher and would be leaving soon. Otherwise, this would have been a real headache.
"That's right! Su Xuan and I were very close back in school. I even wrote him a love letter, you know!" Yang Xinxin deliberately emphasized the love letter, casually shifting her expensive handbag into Su Zimo's line of sight. "Almost no one writes love letters these days, right? That kind of romance is long gone."
