Hazel Quartz looked at her, a smile curling at her lips.
"There's still room in my car."
Her face was full of smiles, as if she was genuinely concerned for Nia Mitchell.
"But I'm a clean freak, I don't like others sitting in my car, truly sorry."
Clearly, she was doing it on purpose.
Clean freak?
Doesn't like others in her car?
Oh, come on!
This is ridiculous.
If Nia Mitchell believed it, she would be a downright fool.
With a silent eyeroll, she stood there quite calmly.
"No worries, I wasn't planning on taking your car anyway, too little sense of security. I'll just call a cab."
Nia Mitchell quickly counteracted and walked out first.
Hazel Quartz: ......
Filled with anger, Hazel didn't even know how to vent.
The old Nia Mitchell didn't have this kind of personality.
When did her tongue become so sharp?
Everyone headed towards the garage, except for Nia Mitchell, who walked towards the Grand Gate entrance.
