Hua Xiaomo carried her purse, aimlessly walking down the bustling street. The ceaseless flow of people and cars gradually made her face feel numb.
How many people struggled in life? And how many stood at the pinnacle of this city, looking down on the sorrow and joy of others, their ups and downs, without truly feeling their pain?
Not far away, a glistening red Bugatti Veyron happened to drive past the intersection.
The long-haired man, wearing large black sunglasses, glanced over and unexpectedly saw Hua Xiaomo walking on the roadside not far away.
Xiao Mo? Mo Rutian was startled. He immediately turned the car around at the intersection and drove towards her. However, by an even stranger coincidence, another person's arm had already landed on her shoulder.
Hua Xiaomo froze for a moment. When she turned her head, she came face-to-face with the radiant smile of a handsome mixed-race man.
"Hua Xiaomo, it really is you!" Zhou Xiyang exclaimed.
