Chương 1815: I, Fan Yu’s Woman (15)

Qiao Yuanxi glared arrogantly at the secretary who had sent the message. He walked over to Qiao Yuanfei in his high heels.

He was arrogant.

"Let's go. What are you still standing here for? Don't tell me you think that young master fan will look at you differently after chasing all of us away and let you stay? Stop Dreaming! With your status, you're not even fit to carry young master fan's shoes. Don't even think about climbing onto young master fan's bed!"

Qiao Yuanxi was still certain that Fan Yu had been angered by Qiao yuanfei, so he did not even look at them.

He still did not take the opportunity to ridicule Qiao Yuanfei.

"Whether I'm worthy of carrying fan Yu's shoes or not, it has nothing to do with you. But I can tell you right now that you're definitely not worthy. After all, in a real competition, no matter if it's your face or your breasts, none of them can compare to me. If I Were a man, I wouldn't choose you!"