Everyone raised their eyes to look as more than a dozen identical black Bentleys drove neatly down the road from the south, intermittently visible amongst the trees lining the street, and getting closer.
In no time, these dozen cars gradually came fully into view, orderly heading towards the Qiao family's gate, the spacing between each barely differing, almost identical.
Qiao Yin couldn't help but stop in her tracks, staring at the luxury cars before her, losing herself in the moment.
Could these people really be here to pick up Qiao Mo?
Old Mrs. Qiao and her group also heard the commotion, raising their heads to look as well.
A dozen seconds later, the lead Bentley stopped in front of the Qiao family's gate, with the dozen cars behind it coming to a steady halt in succession.
Once the cars stopped, a driver from the first car quickly got out, respectfully opened the rear door.
Everyone held their breath and watched intently.
