The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 422

Chapter 422: 166 resolved, a few bigwigs coming to Xiangcheng_1

Bai Lian bowed her head, no one accepted her ride request on the ride-hailing app. Clutching her phone, her right hand resting on the car window and head slightly lowered, the night wind tousled her hair as she spoke amidst Xu Nanjing’s astonished gaze, “Are you busy right now?”

Her drooping brows and eyes were wrapped in cold indifference. _{freeweɓnovel.cѳm}

Xu Nanjing replied subconsciously, “…No.”

“Good,” Bai Lian opened the passenger door, sat in the seat, and buckled her seatbelt, her fingers gripping it so tightly that her knuckles turned white, “Please take me to a place, thank you.”

At that tone of voice, Xu Nanjing subconsciously pressed down on the gas pedal.

Bai Lian was in a hurry. She sent a message to Ji Heng on WeChat and then pulled up Yang Lin’s address.

Purest Street intersection.

In the silver business car, Xiaojie watched the red sports car with a “CML Club” sticker race away, noting how Bai Lian got into the car.

He couldn’t help but glance at Ji Heng standing outside, who had been frowning but seemed to relax considerably after a look at his phone.

“Where is she going so late?” Xiaojie started the car while looking at the rearview mirror.

Shen Qing was also open-mouthed – it was her first time seeing such a sports car in Xiangcheng. Hearing Xiaojie’s words, she said, “She must be going to study, I guess.”

Besides studying, Shen Qing didn’t know what else Bai Lian could be doing.

After all, Bai Lian used to study in the library until it closed every day before going home.

Going to study in a sports car this late? Both the butler and Xiaojie were surprised, feeling that the whole family seemed to inexplicably trust Bai Lian. However, it wasn’t strange, if it wasn’t for that night seeing Bai Lian talking to two unfamiliar thugs…

The butler would also think Bai Lian was just a beautiful bookworm.

Neither asked further, and the butler merely mentioned, “It’s not safe for a girl to be out so late.”

Shen Qing thought of Bai Lian lifting the dean’s heavy 28-inch suitcase with one hand, a task difficult for two people to manage, and fell silent.

**

West of the city.

Yang Lin’s home was two streets behind the school. This area was dirty, messy, and poor; Xiangcheng’s development almost didn’t touch this place. Street vendors dotted the road, and the streets were littered with waste and garbage.

Approaching seven o’clock.

The fiery red sports car stopped at the entrance of the street, and Bai Lian got out of the car, asked someone for directions, and walked down an alley without lights.