Wen Xuehui threw her arms around Jiang Yao's arm and laughed hysterically. "Haha, oh my goodness! Then, does she mean that I'm my dad's sugar baby? I ride in his car every day!"
"There's a saying that goes 'the eyes are the mirror of the soul'. What she sees reflects what her mind thinks. She can't see anything good with a filthy mind. She fails to see the beauty of this world because her soul lacks truthfulness, compassion, and forbearance." Jiang Yao smiled sweetly and thought, 'Zhang Xiqing, do you think it's over? I don't think so.'
"For example, if the person in the photo isn't me, my first thought when I see this photo would be that perhaps the man is the girl's brother. He gave his sister a lift to college because he loves her. Another possibility is that they are very good friends. The man came here to meet the girl and they went out for a meal or coffee." Then, Jiang Yao stood with a light smile on her face and stopped talking.