"Miss Qiao! What a coincidence to run into you here."
Upon hearing this voice, Qiao Jing furrowed her brows and glanced sideways at the newcomer.
She did not acknowledge the other party and had just planned to walk towards Zhouhuan Restaurant when Fu Ming stepped in her way.
Fu Ming saw that Qiao Jing had come by taxi and thought she might be facing financial difficulties, glancing once at his own limited edition sports car.
"Miss Qiao, I actually wanted to wait for you this morning and exchange contact information with you, but there were suddenly too many bodyguards on your floor and they wouldn't let me go up. If you're going somewhere for fun afterward, you can tell me. I'm also staying at the resort nearby, I can give you a ride."
As he spoke, he patted his limited edition sports car.
"My car is pretty comfortable, much better than a taxi."
He assumed the roses this morning had failed only because that man had interfered.
