"Xiao Xiao, don't get in the car!"
Seeing Jiang Chun Nian's face turn as red as pig liver, Zhao Xiaoting hurriedly walked over.
"Xiaoting, is this car your boyfriend's then?"
Feng Xiaoxiao lowered the car window and smiled at Zhao Xiaoting.
"No… it's not… I'll explain this to you later… You… you can't get in his car. It would be such a loss of face for President Jiang… Besides, this car… might have a shady history… How could a mere civil servant afford such a luxury car!"
Zhao Xiaoting, her face flushing with embarrassment, looked at Feng Xiaoxiao, who just smiled faintly: "Have you ever seen a rented car with a move-over phone number and personal items in it? As for why someone has money, do they have to report that to you?
