An Jingxing's mind was in a mess, but she always felt that this matter had something to do with Monica.
After all, Monica originally regarded Elizabeth as a thorn in her side, and she hated herself. If Monica found out through other channels that Elizabeth planned to debut with her during the few days she left Los Angeles.
Not sure...
An Jingxing's eyebrows were almost knotted. At this moment, she felt a touch of warmth fall on her shoulders. When she looked back, she saw that the man had put her coat on her body.
"Thank you." She put on her clothes and thanked her absentmindedly.
"..." Tang Qianrong did not speak, but his expression was not very good. After walking out of the villa, Tang Qianrong took the car key from the driver's hand.
An Jingxing originally planned to sit in the back seat, but when he opened the car door, the man behind him suddenly said: "Sit in the front."
An Jingxing hesitated for a moment, but then he thought it was easier to see the scenery on the roadside from the front, so he didn't refuse.
After the car left the wealthy area, Tang Qianrong drove west because An Jingxing remembered that Elizabeth had told her before that not long after she and her mother arrived in Los Angeles, her mother had a car accident and lost a leg and vision, and there was no job.
Yes, she has no academic qualifications.
Therefore, their lives have always been very tight, and it is not easy to afford a house in a slum area.
The slum area of Los Angeles, also known as the homeless area, has several churches that distribute relief meals every day, and most of the residents are black people.
As soon as An Jingxing and Tang Qianrong's cars drove into the community, they were stared at by several black men wearing shabby clothes.
Because of the logo on the front of Tang Qianrong's car, it shouldn't be a luxury car appearing in a place like this.
An Jingxing felt vaguely scared. She saw the cigarette butts hanging from the lips of those people, and a few people holding baseball bats in their hands. Their muscles were so strong that it was scary.
Tang Qianrong looked at this group of people without any fear, but his thoughts were reversed. In a place like this, people like them often know the most.
His eyes flashed slightly, he settled his thoughts, stopped the car next to him, reached out and locked the door.
When An Jingxing saw him stop the car, he probably guessed what he was thinking. Although she was a little scared, when she thought of Elizabeth's situation, she suppressed her fear and turned around to say something to Tang Qianrong.
"Do I need to call 110? How about I dial it first just in case?"
An Jingxing's worried expression made Tang Qianrong feel warm in his heart. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He naturally reached out to hold her hand and said, "Don't worry, leave it to me."
After saying that, he looked in the rearview mirror.
The black men had already walked near his car and formed a circle around it. One of the black men, holding a baseball bat and a baseball cap, walked outside the car door where Tang Qianrong was.
He reached out and knocked on his car window.
Tang Qianrong opened the car window calmly, looked at the black man in front of him, and said with a smile: "Hello, what can I do?"
The black man was a little surprised when he saw that Tang Qianrong was Asian. Then he glanced at the people in the car and their clothes, and saw that the silver-white nose studs on his nose shone brightly.
"Sir, this slum area is our territory. What are you rich people doing here? We should be the ones asking what's wrong, right?" An Jingxing's mind was in chaos, but she always felt that this matter
The matter should have something to do with Monica.
After all, Monica originally regarded Elizabeth as a thorn in her side, and she hated herself. If Monica found out through other channels that Elizabeth planned to debut with her during the few days she left Los Angeles.
Not sure...
An Jingxing's eyebrows were almost knotted. At this moment, she felt a touch of warmth fall on her shoulders. When she looked back, she saw that the man had put her coat on her body.
"Thank you." She put on her clothes and thanked her absentmindedly.
"..." Tang Qianrong did not speak, but his expression was not very good. After walking out of the villa, Tang Qianrong took the car key from the driver's hand.
An Jingxing originally planned to sit in the back seat, but when he opened the car door, the man behind him suddenly said: "Sit in the front."
An Jingxing hesitated for a moment, but then he thought it was easier to see the scenery on the roadside from the front, so he didn't refuse.
After the car left the wealthy area, Tang Qianrong drove west because An Jingxing remembered that Elizabeth had told her before that not long after she and her mother arrived in Los Angeles, her mother had a car accident and lost a leg and vision, and there was no job.
Yes, she has no academic qualifications.
Therefore, their lives have always been very tight, and it is not easy to afford a house in a slum area.
The slum area of Los Angeles, also known as the homeless area, has several churches that distribute relief meals every day, and most of the residents are black people.
As soon as An Jingxing and Tang Qianrong's cars drove into the community, they were stared at by several black men wearing shabby clothes.
Because of the logo on the front of Tang Qianrong's car, it shouldn't be a luxury car appearing in a place like this.
An Jingxing felt vaguely scared. She saw the cigarette butts hanging from the lips of those people, and a few people holding baseball bats in their hands. Their muscles were so strong that it was scary.
Tang Qianrong looked at this group of people without any fear, but his thoughts were reversed. In a place like this, people like them often know the most.
His eyes flashed slightly, he settled his thoughts, stopped the car next to him, reached out and locked the door.
When An Jingxing saw him stop the car, he probably guessed what he was thinking. Although she was a little scared, when she thought of Elizabeth's situation, she suppressed her fear and turned around to say something to Tang Qianrong.
"Do I need to call 110? How about I dial it first just in case?"
An Jingxing's worried expression made Tang Qianrong feel warm in his heart. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He naturally reached out to hold her hand and said, "Don't worry, leave it to me."
After saying that, he looked in the rearview mirror.
The black men had already walked near his car and formed a circle around it. One of the black men, holding a baseball bat and a baseball cap, walked outside the car door where Tang Qianrong was.
He reached out and knocked on his car window.
Tang Qianrong opened the car window calmly, looked at the black man in front of him, and said with a smile: "Hello, what can I do?"
The black man was a little surprised when he saw that Tang Qianrong was Asian. Then he glanced at the people in the car and their clothes, and saw that the silver-white nose studs on his nose shone brightly.
"Sir, this slum area is our territory. What are you rich people doing here? We should be the ones asking what's wrong, right?"
