The driver's window was rolled down, and a handsome guy with medium-length hair popped his head out, smiling: "Hello, Qingqing. I'm Luoluo's boyfriend, Zhang Xiao."
The guy looked about 25 or 26 years old, dressed fashionably, and seemed very sociable.
"Hello," Xu Qing greeted and then sat in the back seat of the car.
She curiously looked around at the interior and at Zhang Xiao in the driver's seat.
It was clear that the boyfriend Ma Luoluo found this time was quite extraordinary.
Because of her novel-writing, she had done some research on luxury cars.
For example, this nearly one-million-yuan Maserati Ghibli was obviously not something an average person could afford.
She had met Ma Luoluo's previous boyfriends, and this one seemed to be the richest, also quite handsome.
Noticing Xu Qing's curious glances, Ma Luoluo, sitting in the front passenger seat, teased: "Qingqing, why do you keep looking at my boyfriend?"
