"Tang Feng, this time, really, thank you so much. If it hadn't been for you, Qiongrui would likely have spent the rest of his life in a wheelchair." Qiao Jiajia sat in the passenger seat and spoke sincerely.
"Aunt Qiao, you're too polite. Brother Qiongrui is blessed; even without me, he would have recovered." Tang Feng turned his head and spoke modestly.
Thinking of soon arriving at Qiao Jiajia's house, where the two of them would be alone, Tang Feng felt a bit excited.
Today Qiao Jiajia had changed into a different outfit.
A tight black dress that accentuated her curvaceous figure.
Standing about 170cm tall in her high heels, she looked even more slender.
The hem of the dress just reached her knees.
She wore thin, pearl-black stockings on her slender legs, sexy and enchanting.
Plus, her light brown wavy long hair added a touch of mature femininity.
At this moment.
Qiao Jiajia was sitting in the passenger seat, fastening her seat belt.