She couldn't help but gave an extra glance to the car, burning the model and license plate into her memory. Her pupils shrunk when she noticed that it had a special unit number.
Probably a special government plate.
The owner was not just any rich second-generation—he was also the son of some sort of government officials.
She retracted her gaze and followed Zhu Xianglan and Su Muran. Deep down, she felt a little gloomy. Why does Auntie only care about Su Muran? It wouldn't hurt to pay her a little more attention and remind her to catch up with them. For a moment, she seemed to have forgotten that she was the niece and not the daughter.