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It was impossible for her to be more important than Wen Ke'er in his heart. He still had some self-awareness about that.
Feng Yunan opened the car door and placed Qiao Ruoxi in the back seat. He then got inside the car too.
Qiao Ruoxi had no choice but to lean in when she felt the great sense of oppression.
She originally wanted to return the suit wrapped around her waist to him, but her dress was ruined beyond recognition. She really couldn't face anyone in it.
She could only bury her head and lower her presence.
But it was all in vain.
It was as if a knife was pointed at her back.
She didn't even dare to look back.
"You're such a disgrace dressed in so little clothing. Are you satisfied now?"
His cold voice was filled with anger as it sounded above her head.
She knew that she would be scolded. She turned to look at the man's dark eyes and said, "If Miss Wen hadn't stepped on me, my dress wouldn't have…"