Zong Yue's pretty face was taut, her hands clenched into fists at her sides, glaring angrily at the other party's unpacking actions, ready to rush forward.
In the midst of the noisy scene, she had just taken a step, when a clear, indifferent voice came from behind her left, "Big sis."
Zong Yue's expression changed, and she barely glanced back to see security guards parting a path through the crowd, with Li Qiao and Su Moshi walking side by side.
Today, Li Qiao was dressed in the simplest of white T-shirts and jeans, the hem of the T-shirt tucked into the pants, her legs long and slender, her figure slim as she walked slowly over the dirty ground.
The onlookers at the scene, including the members of the Street Racer Gang, were almost two-thirds burly African Americans.
Given the preconceived notions about Asian faces, seeing Li Qiao, such a slim Asian girl, instantly provoked a wave of piercing laughter.
