The woman had a face of cool elegance, her arms crossed as she looked at Ye Chenfeng and asked, "Why couldn't it be me? What are you hiding?"
Ye Chenfeng smiled helplessly, "No, what would I be hiding? I'm standing perfectly straight!"
The woman directly said, "You have a scent of Saint Laurent Opium perfume on you."
Ye Chenfeng: "..."
"Bugatti Veyron Hermes edition!" The woman looked at the keys in Ye Chenfeng's hand and calmly remarked.
Sweat broke out on Ye Chenfeng's forehead, and he rubbed it, "Xue'xue, you didn't come right after you got my call, did you?"
"That's right, your call was at 9:44, and the flight was at 10:50," Chu Qingxue replied very openly.
Ye Chenfeng entered the room and closed the door behind him, "Didn't I already say? I'm fine, I'm great, why did you come all this way for nothing? Isn't this a waste of time?"
Chu Qingxue sized him up a few times and spoke, "Now it seems, you truly are fine."
