Luo Qingcheng had no idea how she even got into the car. She felt disoriented, lost in a haze.
In her twenty-plus years of life, she had never been so utterly defeated. Especially since her opponent was Zhao Caixia, the person she looked down on the most. Of course, this had little to do with Zhao Caixia—if it weren't for Chen Xiaobei, she wouldn't have even been qualified to compete.
Sitting in the backseat, Luo Qingcheng covered her face and cried bitterly, feeling extremely wronged. "Damn you, Chen Xiaobei! I hate you so much!" she wailed.
But just then, a voice rang in her ear.
"Hey, isn't that a bit much? I didn't rape you, so why do you hate me so much?"
"And look, don't keep bringing up that I kissed your pussy, okay? I was saving you. You make it sound like we're so intimate."
Turning her head, she saw that he had somehow taken a seat beside her, wearing a smug smile.
