Qiao Nian pulled a chair from the side and sat down. Taking out her phone and making a call, she said to the person on the other end, "Come in."
Luke's heart sank, and he became even more uneasy.
In less than a minute, an extremely beautiful, tall, and charming woman in leather pants entered.
The woman smiled and looked at him with peach-blossom eyes. She then said to the girl, "Yo, Boss. It's him."
Qiao Nian did not waste her and raised her chin slightly. "He's playing dumb with me."
"He's not talking?" Guan Yan immediately looked at Luke with admiration, as if she was looking at a dead fish on a chopping board.
Qiao Nian was indeed in an extremely bad mood today. She was not even in the mood to joke with her. She leaned back in her chair and concisely said, "Break one of his legs first."
