The car passed through the street and quickly drove to an underground garage.
Riya raised her head the moment the car stopped.
The next second, a black shadow came in front of her, and then a big hand covered her mouth and nose.
Behind the light, she could only see a vague outline and a pair of familiar eyes.
Margaret was lying in a daze. When she felt Riya press down on her, she immediately struggled and muttered, "Woman, you pressed my hair."
Her hair was very precious, okay?
Julian liked her hair the most. What if it was broken?
Just as Margaret finished speaking, a palm stretched over. Before she could react, a strange aura surged in.
It was a bit fragrant, but it didn't smell good.
"No!"
Margaret muttered and instantly fell on Riya.
Ever since she was young, she took care of herself when she went out. Although she was raised in a wealthy family, she knew things changed over time. You had to be careful.
