Wei Ling walked out of the Imperial Mansion with an ugly expression. As she walked down the stairs, her anger had not subsided. Her face was dark, and the corners of her mouth drooped.
Qiao Chen followed behind her and turned back to look at the Imperial Mansion's door in deep thought. She then caught up to her and said softly, seemingly unintentionally, "I wonder who booked the place. The manager didn't even give you face."
"Hmph." Wei Ling suppressed her anger, but her eyes also lowered as she said calmly, "Beijing is filled with crouching tigers and hidden dragons. I'm not as powerful as you think. I'll always meet someone who doesn't give me face."
"But..." She paused and walked to the car. Then, she stopped and looked back with a complicated gaze. "This is the first time I heard that this place can be booked. I think the person who booked this place has a high status. He's at least the kind of person who goes on news programs."
Qiao Chen had seen a lot of things in the past month. Hearing this, she couldn't help but look in the Imperial Mansion's direction again.
Those people who could appear on the news in Beijing were all at the top of the pyramid.
Envy and yearning could be seen in her eyes.
"Let's go. Let's eat somewhere else." Wei Ling didn't notice the yearning and ambition in her eyes as she opened the car door.
Qiao Chen obediently retracted her gaze and opened the car door. "Yes."
She was about to get into the car when she suddenly saw a black car with a red flag drive over from the corner of her eye.
There were many luxury cars in Beijing. A luxury car could be seen every three to five steps. Many good cars that couldn't be seen even if one went around Rao City were common here.
However, very few people in Beijing drove with red flags.
This car's license plate was especially arrogant.
Behind the Beijing car plate was a series of 8s.
Such a car plate was not something that could be bought with money.
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