"It really is rented..."
Some onlookers glanced at the ticket, their expressions increasingly peculiar. If Hao Jian hadn't pointed it out, they really wouldn't have noticed that this guy's car was rented.
So this guy isn't a rich second-generation, but a white-collar man?
The LV bag is fake, even his identity is fake...
Ni Rou is so pitiful...
Many people looked at Ni Rou with sympathetic eyes. Not only was this woman tricked, but she was also deceived so badly. Today, even more so, she completely lost face.
After all, the people standing here were all her colleagues from the same department. If her deception had been exposed elsewhere, they really wouldn't have known, but this happened right in front of them.
"You're...you're not a rich second-generation?!"
Ni Rou suddenly broke free from Yuan Xingming's arms, glaring at him angrily, her face turning ashen again, tears welling up in her eyes.
