At this time, a taxi stopped in front of the alley.
Ling Yiyi got on the car directly and told the driver the address. The car left quickly.
She sat in the back seat with crystal drops on her head. She wiped the rain on her face and kept looking out of the window. She had forgotten that she was penniless now.
When Xi Yang Tian pursued her downstairs, he couldn't find any trace of Ling Yiyi. He was holding her bag in his hand.
He searched nearby, worried that Ling Yiyi would be trapped in this alley. However, he didn't find her.
Suddenly, an idea came to him. He ran out of the alley, got a taxi, and quickly disappeared at the entrance of the alley.
The car stopped outside the Ling Family's building, and Ling Yiyi discovered that the bag had fallen down.
"Master, can I borrow your mob
