Sitting in the front passenger seat of the Cayenne, Li Xiaoyu lost herself in thought for a moment.
She had never ridden in such a high-end car before, and moreover, she couldn't help but fantasize about becoming Chen Feng's girlfriend. If so, how splendid and happy could her life be?
But clearly, from their brief interaction just now, Chen Feng didn't seem to harbor any additional thoughts about her; his gaze was very clear.
This quickly calmed Li Xiaoyu down.
It seems that attracting Chen Feng, making him like or even love her, is harder than she anticipated.
"Brother Feng, it was really thanks to your help with Little Ling this time. Otherwise, we wouldn't know what to do. Thinking of Little Ling's background, her grandmother, younger brother, and sister at home, it just makes me tear up with sadness for her."
As soon as the car started, Li Xiaoyu spoke with a grateful and emotional expression.
