Suddenly, the man turned around and handed her a leather suitcase.
Xiao Yao instinctively stepped back, but before she could steady herself, the weight of the suitcase was already in her hands.
“Careful!” The crowd behind her supported her to prevent her from falling.
The man just glanced over and continued walking.
The crowd’s gaze lingered between the suitcase and the man, and dissatisfied questions were directed at him.
“Hey! Who are you?”
“Did Zhima send you?”
“You need to cooperate with us.”
“If you mess up, you won’t get paid.”
This approach worked! The man’s footsteps stopped.
At this moment, Xiao Yao, surrounded by the crowd, moved forward.
Those behind her urged: “Go on, go clarify, or you might get scammed!”
Indeed, this was a matter of livelihood, so caution was best. Xiao Yao decided to ask clearly, and if the rental car fee would exceed the budget her brother provided, she would prefer to “return” it.
She took a deep breath, walked forward, and spoke to the tall figure: “Um, I wanted to ask you something—” Suddenly, the man turned around.
Wow! Deadly! Xiao Yao was struck speechless mid-sentence.
Shocking and soul-stirring! This was the only phrase she could use to describe the man’s incredibly deep gaze!
Jue Qing finally looked directly at the girl in front of him, and suddenly, his heart trembled.
Meeting her bright eyes, he was completely captured by a familiar feeling.
“Go ahead,” he suppressed the surging emotions in his heart and spoke in a deep, magnetic voice that once again captivated all the girls present.
“It’s, it’s about the car…” Xiao Yao wanted to bite her own tongue, wondering why her heart was malfunctioning.
The people around helped explain: “Just asking if you’ll charge for the rental car. If it’s too expensive, she can’t afford it.”
“Yeah, we’re just paying a symbolic fee, only 500 yuan per person.”
“500 yuan?” Jue Qing frowned. He had originally thought these people were temporary gardening workers, but now it seemed… something was suspicious.
One of the boys stated firmly: “Yes, 500 yuan! Do you want it? If so, take it from Yao; if not, then forget it.”
“Yao?” Jue Qing adjusted his angle and again looked directly at the girl called “Yao”, his gaze flickering subtly.
Yao? Is it her? The familiar name sparked an association.
