At the bottom of the apartment building.
Jiang Wenjia looked at the million-dollar red luxury car in front of her, her discontented face reflected in the window's tinted film.
She had been so pleased when she saw Jiang Wenhu being driven out of the Jiang Family's gate, and now she regretted it just as much.
If only she'd known her cheap niece would have such good fortune today...
"Alright, stop looking. No matter how much you stare, the car won't become yours. It's cold, let's head back!"
Jiang Wenjia flung aside her husband's hand as he tried to pull her along, "Liu Xuhui, oh Liu Xuhui, you work as the sales director of our company, and you're usually so eloquent. Yet just now you couldn't even utter a sound, leaving all the socializing to me."
