Qiao Junnan's words were especially domineering, and his gaze was particularly terrifying, which gave Qianqian the shocking sensation of watching a martial arts film.
It took her a good while to come back to her senses after he'd gotten out of the car, chuckling and shaking her head. "Qiao Junnan, do you think you still have that right? You won't indulge me, but do I need your indulgence?"
The white Q7 headed towards Times Square!
Shen Hanqian walked into the house and discovered that it was exceptionally quiet; Xiao Qingcang was sitting on the sofa earnestly flipping through a magazine.
"You're not working today?" She furrowed her delicate brows. That scumbag Qiao Junnan even knew to go to work, yet Mr. Xiao was idling at home on the eighth day when everyone else was back at work!
"Mm, everyone is still immersed in the New Year's atmosphere, and if I were in the company, it would make them more tense, which isn't conducive to work," he said, offering a reasonable excuse.