"Brother Qing!" The woman named Little Lu trembled, looking passionately at the person inside the Land Rover. This Brother Qing was completely different from them; he was from a prestigious family.
Although Xiao Feng's family had some money, compared to Brother Qing, it was like heaven and earth. Just a word from Brother Qing could determine Xiao Feng's life or death.
And now, Xiao Feng actually knew Brother Qing. The woman named Little Lu felt indescribably honored, her body trembling with excitement.
Wang Xiaoling had already been helped up. Apart from some pain where her arms and legs were scraped, she was generally okay. She pulled at Yao Bing and said, "Xiao Bing, let's not argue with them. They obviously have money and power, and we can't afford to mess with them."
Another roommate also whispered, "Exactly. Let's just leave. We're all students, and none of our homes are here. Let's not cause any trouble."
Lu Yaobing frowned and asked, "Xiao Ling, are you really okay?"
