Qiao Nian skimmed through the text message in one glance, her beautiful face sinking, her dark eyes losing all light, leaving only a cold edge.
"How much longer until we arrive?"
The driver in the front passenger seat glanced at the numbers on the dashboard, mentally calculating flight speed and distance. He finally got the answer and looked over: "We still need ten minutes."
"Ten minutes, huh." Qiao Nian lowered her eyes, her eyelashes slightly drooping to cover the emotions in her gaze, forcing down the violent aura all around her.
But the co-pilot sitting next to her could still feel the explosive irritability coming off the girl, and immediately tried to lower his presence.
Zhui Guang had just finished reading his phone when his expression turned extremely ugly. So what exactly had happened?
