In the world of socialites, there are few scenarios I enjoy, and one of these is the dramatic entrance of the extra - Lin Ying.
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In the eyes of the rich, Paris is elegant. In the eyes of the poor, Paris is haughty.
Su Ziceng walked back and forth on this thousand-meter-plus street in her high heels.
The streets grew increasingly deserted. Su Ziceng felt that coming to Champs Elysees was a mistake; consuming a donut on the most expensive street in France could deplete all her savings.
She walked to the end of the street, and watching the Arc de Triomphe standing majestically ahead, she felt even smaller.
At six o'clock in the evening, the gas street lights came on. Since the meal on the plane, Su Ziceng hadn't touched a single piece of bread or water.
