The sky is pouring rain,
Feixue ran towards her sports car carrying a bunch of daily necessities she had just bought.
"Ah——" Unexpectedly, a speeding motorcycle rubbed Feixue's arm.
Feixue knelt down and sat on the ground.
"Miss, are you okay?" A young lady dressed in an alternative style walked up to her and asked.
"It hurts so much," Feixue said in pain as she looked at her bleeding arms and knees.
"Qing, let's call the ambulance first. The skin is so painful after just a scratch.
A rich lady like this might faint or something in a while, and we would suffer. "
Li Ruotian glanced at the sports car parked next to him and then at Feixue, then took off his helmet and walked over to talk.
"You——" Feixue was speechless for a moment after hearing this.
This encounter prompted a story about a wealthy lady and a poor boy——