381: How Could Those Paupers Afford To Drive A Luxury Car?

How Could Those Paupers Afford To Drive A Luxury Car?

He Xiaoman walked out of the office angrily. She was embarrassed by two teachers, one after another. She should not have come to the school to begin with. 1

It was really annoying.

The butler was waiting outside when he noticed something amiss with He Xiaoman and asked her. "Madam Lu, what happened?"

He Xiaoman turned to glance at the butler and said angrily, "It's all that idiot's fault."

The butler was stunned. He instinctively blurted out. "Are you talking about Miss Yao?"

"Stop talking about her. She is no longer our daughter," said He Xiaoman impatiently before walking out of the school.

The butler hurriedly followed behind her.

Shortly after she left the No.1 Middle School gates, He Xiaoman caught sight of her foster daughter standing by the roadside. She was clearly waiting for someone to pick her up.

She pursed her lips. Sure enough, they were paupers. They could not even afford to hire a chauffeur.

She veered her eyes and headed towards her Bentley which was parked nearby.

The butler walked ahead of He Xiaoman and opened the front passenger seat.

He Xiaoman placed her hand on the door handle and was about to get in when she caught sight of a black car pulling up in front of her foster daughter through the corner of her eye.

He Xiaoman instinctively looked over. When she saw the logo, she was shocked. She swiftly took a close look at the driver and her eyes opened wide.

It was her foster daughter's biological mother.

But why was the woman driving a Rolls Royce?

Were they not poor enough to only afford a beat-up Santana?

Her eyes must be playing tricks on her!

"Madam Lu?" asked the butler quizzically when he noticed He Xiaoman standing in a daze, for a long time.

He Xiaoman suppressed the shock in her heart. She got into the car in a stiff manner and instinctively looked into the rearview mirror as she put on her seat belt.

Although she did not witness the entire process, she was certain that her foster daughter was sitting in that car.

He Xiaoman remained in a daze and found it absolutely surreal.

The Huo family lived in such an old estate. Even if they sold their place, they were incapable of affording this car… So they must have rented the car just to show off when they picked their daughter up from school, right?!

In that case, it was stupidly vain of them!

After the car disappeared from the rearview mirror, He Xiaoman gathered her thoughts and shook her head mockingly. She turned to instruct the butler who was in the driver's seat. "Let's go."

The butler glanced at He Xiaoman and asked her cautiously. "Aren't we waiting for Miss Xia?"

The moment he mentioned Lu Xia, He Xiaoman recalled the bad attitude that Wei Mingzhe gave her out of the blue, so she said frostily, "She didn't come to school today."

The butler was surprised. "Huh? If she didn't go to school, where did she go? Shall I call and ask?"

He Xiaoman rubbed her forehead angrily and said with a frown, "Forget it. Since she's a big girl, there's no need for us to keep our eye on her all the time. Take me home."

The butler stopped talking and started the engine.

**

Lu Xia was feeling too embarrassed to attend school after the audio recording was leaked online, so she applied for a day off from her homeroom teacher.

All the artistes cast weird looks at her when she reached the talent agency. Their eyes were filled with ridicule now that her gentle and kind image was ruined.

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