The rear seat of the Rolls-Royce Phantom was gently opened.
Xu Qing's lips curved upward as she lifted the tote bag to her front.
Slightly turning her body, she elegantly swung one well-proportioned leg into the car.
Then, she slowly sat down, drawing her other leg into the car with ease.
Once seated, she imitated her best friend Shen Yuyan's gentle manner of adjusting her skirt.
She straightened her back, trying hard to make her sitting posture more graceful and dignified.
"Click—" Liu Jiayi gently closed the car door.
Inhaling the faint woody fragrance inside the car, Xu Qing's tense mood instantly relaxed.
Her large, dark eyes darted around, secretly admiring the extraordinarily luxurious interior.
As expected from a top-tier luxury car! Song really knows how to impress!
Glancing at Ma Luoluo and others outside who were dumbstruck, she maintained her composure, yet her heart echoed with "villainous laughter."
She almost wanted to roll around on the ground in delight.
