On the night of her escape, she crashed into the car of the prince in Beijing.
He handed over the umbrella: Is it a porcelain?
She held her ground: You are fully responsible.
He takes her home and the password is the time she slams on the hood.
She owed him 80,000 yuan, but he said there was no rush.
But that night he sent a text message: You owe me more than 80,000 yuan.
Later, the whole circle knew——
There was only one woman sitting in Lu Qiyan's passenger seat.
I haven't come down since the rainy night.
