"I don't have the persecutory delusional disorder, but I do have bipolar disorder. Do you want me to give you a beating?" Lu Yan laughed.
Qiao Fei: "…"
"Okay, don't mess around. Dress up and do your task, okay?
"You seem eager to give out your own husband." Qiao Fei looked at her sulkily.
"Haha! No! I'm just eager to see how that guy will react when he sees you."
Qiao Fei looked at her speechlessly; this damned girl just did whatever came to her mind.
One hour later, Lu Yan's private plane arrived in Sydney, Australia before Qin Chu did.
Due to her special identity, she pulled some strings and landed in a low-keyed way. Changing into fresh clothes, they drove to a commercial skyscraper.
"Mr. Smith, this is my… friend Mr. Little Qiao."
"Ahem…" Her subordinates standing behind them almost choked.
It was weird to hear her call the arrogant and cool Young Master Qiao "Little Qiao"…