Lin Yiran was quibbling as she walked out of the room, and the smile gradually disappeared from her face.

She agreed with what Li Hanxuan said.

Decadent, timid, cowardly.

But there is a reason for Lin Yiran to be like this.

Who would want to live with such low self-esteem?

Why didn't she want to go back to her former self who dared to love, hate, and refused to admit defeat?

Now she has nothing, the Li family's grandfather is pressing on her step by step, Bai Jingrou regards her as an enemy, and there is a stepmother and sister behind her who are always plotting against her.

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

Li Hanxuan wanted to persuade her, maybe he had good intentions.

But Li Hanxuan really couldn't understand her.

The distance between them is too far now.

It’s not just the economic and status distance.

Just like the woman yesterday insulting them as poor people, this sentence sounded like a joke to Li Hanxuan. He had the Li Group behind him, which was his confidence. He didn't need to care about such adjectives.

But what about Lin Yiran?

She is already 100% poor.

Hearing words like this will only hurt you more.

Li Hanxuan's deep eyes looked at Lin Yiran in front of him. He only walked a few steps and stopped where he was. She must have fallen into her own little world again.

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

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

She blinked her eyes and was about to raise her hand to rub her sore eyes, but suddenly she 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 difficult question in a gentle tone: "Then please repeat what I just said."

"You're talking about the clothing design requirements of Fashion Week." Lin Yiran stood there and made up a random sentence.

"You are very enterprising." Li Hanxuan shrugged, opened the car door, and slowly uttered a few words before getting in the car: "However, I didn't say anything."

"..."

I didn’t say what you asked?

Lin Yiran comforted herself in her heart, forget it.

After all, she is her creditor. If interest is charged on the money she owes Li Hanxuan, she may have to work for the money her whole life.

"What are you thinking about? Hurry up and get in the car." Li Hanxuan raised his wrist and glanced at the time, then urged Lin Yiran to get in the car, looking a little anxious.

"coming."

After putting away her things, Lin Yiran sat in the passenger seat.

This location is really familiar yet strange.

Lin Yiran, who was sitting in the passenger seat, pursed her lips and suddenly remembered something and touched around on the seat.

Li Hanxuan, who was driving, glanced at the woman next to him out of the corner of his eye. His hands naturally rested on the steering wheel and he frowned slightly: "What are you looking for?"

"Lipstick." Lin Yiran didn't touch the lipstick, so she simply turned sideways to look for it.

Her actions confused Li Hanxuan: "Did you forget your lipstick in my car?"


Chapter completed!