As she was quibbling, Lin Yiran, who walked out of the room, gradually lost her smile on her face.

She agreed with what Li Hanxuan said.

Decadent, timid, cowardly.

But there is a reason for Lin Yiran like this.

Who would like to live like this inferiority complex?

Why doesn't she want to return to her former self who dares to love, hate, and refuses to admit defeat?

Now she has nothing, and the Li family's grandfather presses her step by step. Bai Jingrou treats her as an enemy, and there is still a stepmother and sister behind her who always plots against her.

Thinking of this, Lin Yiran stopped and watched Li Hanxuan walk to the car door.

Li Hanxuan wanted to persuade her, maybe because of his kindness.

But Li Hanxuan really couldn't understand her.

Their distance is too far now.

It's not just the distance between economy and status.

Just like the woman insulted them as poor people yesterday, this sentence sounds like a joke to Li Hanxuan. There is a Li group behind him, which is his confidence. He doesn't have to care about such adjectives.

But what about Lin Yiran?

She is already 100% poor.

This will only make you feel more heart-wrenching when you hear it.

Li Hanxuan looked at Lin Yiran in front of him with deep eyes. After walking for only a few steps, he stopped where he was. He probably fell into his own small world again.

He raised his hand and shook it in front of Lin Yiran's eyes: "Lin Yiran, are you listening?"

"Ah? I'm listening." Lin Yiran, who was lost, answered Li Hanxuan in a daze.

She blinked and was about to raise her hand to rub her sore eyes, and suddenly remembered that she had put on makeup today.

Fortunately, I stopped in time and saved my makeup.

Li Hanxuan was neither angry nor annoyed, and asked Lin Yiran a question in a gentle tone: "Then repeat what I just said."

"You are talking about the fashion week's clothing design requirements." Lin Yiran stood there and made up random sentences.

"You are very career-oriented." Li Hanxuan shrugged and opened the car door. Before getting on the car, he slowly uttered a few words: "But I didn't say anything."

“…”

Didn't you ask what you asked?

Lin Yiran comforted himself in her heart, forget it.

After all, she is her creditor. If the money owed to Li Hanxuan is charged interest, she may have to work for the money for the rest of her life.

"What are you thinking about? Get in the car as soon as possible." Li Hanxuan raised his wrist and looked at the time, then urged Lin Yiran to get in the car, looking a little anxious.

"Here you come."

Putting his things in place, Lin Yiran sat in the passenger seat.

This location is very familiar and unfamiliar.

Lin Yiran, who was sitting in the passenger seat, pursed her lips and suddenly remembered something to touch her seat.

Li Hanxuan, who was driving, looked at the woman next to him with his own eyes. His hand was naturally placed on the steering wheel and frowned slightly: "What are you looking for?"

"Lipstone." Lin Yiran didn't touch the lipstick, so she turned sideways and looked for it.

Her actions made Li Hanxuan confused: "Have you forgotten your lipstick in my car?"


Chapter completed!