"Whose little treasure?" Song Chuyi glared at him.
"Forget it if you don't want to talk about it." Li Shaobin flew the helicopter excitedly. The blue helicopter roamed the skies.
In the afternoon, during a meeting at the broadcasting station.
When Changqing walked into the meeting room, everyone was talking about the helicopter which had been loitering around in the skies above the area around the seaside road.
Although there were many wealthy people in Northern City, with various kinds of Bentleys and Rolls-Royces, there were very few who flew a helicopter.
"I wonder which wealthy young master flew the helicopter?" said Lin Yun, the host of a weekend show.
