But before she could decide whether to make the call directly, she felt a figure standing in front of her.
"Are you Song Qiao?" A voice tinged with displeasure and arrogance rang in her ears, clearly that of a young girl.
Raising her eyes, Song Qiao saw a girl, dressed in branded clothes, with delicate makeup, who appeared to be only eighteen or nineteen years old. She was wearing high heels and carrying an LV bag.
She put down her phone, her expression unchanged, and hummed in acknowledgment.
The newcomer's demeanor and tone made it clear she was here to pick a fight.
Tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, Song Qiao spoke calmly, "I am Song Qiao. Is there something you need from me?"
Upon hearing Song Qiao confirm her identity, the girl's face immediately showed a look of disdain. She sized her up and after a while, she looked at Song Qiao's face and asked, "What is your relationship with Young Master Lu?"
