Feeling mocked by Qiao Hong and Qiao Lin, Yang Xiaoxiao couldn't stand it anymore.
Her face turned the color of a pig's liver with anger, and she stomped her foot before running away.
Watching Yang Xiaoxiao's retreating figure, Qiao Lin snorted coldly, "Good thing she ran fast, otherwise I would have humiliated her so badly she wouldn't dare show her face again!"
Qiao Hong also scoffed, "Let's see if she dares to be so smug in the future!"
Qiao Jing chuckled lightly, "Let's go, we're heading back too."
Qiao Hong and Qiao Lin nodded, each taking Qiao Jing's arm, and walked to the street corner to hail a cab.
As the three of them got into the car and left, a Rolls-Royce happened to drive past in the opposite direction.
The two cars crossed paths.
In the back seat of the Rolls-Royce were the three little ones: Zhan Qiaoyu, Zhan Qiaoze, and Zhan Qiaomo.
Zhan Qiaoyu was sitting by the window, gazing outside.
