Lou qingyue, what are you doing?: 1:

"Miss, this is her registration information."

The man in the front seat handed over a tablet, and the woman stretched out her red manicure hand. Her soft and charming eyes drooped down, and her short hair also slid down from her ears, half covering her stunning face.

The screen glowed, occasionally reflecting on the red nails, shining in the dark car, mysterious and eerie.

Her fingers slid across the screen, and when she saw a picture, her eyes showed her interest.

"Interesting."

The man turned his head. miss, do you want to go back first? the second Madam has been waiting for you.

"Then let her wait: : the woman threw away the tablet and said casually.

The man was a little flustered. He had long known that this young lady of his was not easy to serve. After returning from abroad for three years, he felt that her temper had become even weirder.

It was no wonder that none of them were willing to come when he mentioned picking her up.