"I found a woman," the other party said immediately.
Qiao Nian frowned and replied in a frivolous tone, "Huh?"
"No." The other party probably realized he was too ambiguous and quickly added, "This woman is a little special."
Coincidentally, the elevator doors opened at this moment.
Qiao Nian had not finished her call and did not plan to go up for the time being. She held the cell phone to her ear and motioned to the side before saying to Ye Wangchuan, "I'm going to take this call."
Leaning against the wall gracefully and lazily, Ye Wangchuan nodded slightly, indicating for her to go.
Qiao Nian walked away.
**
At this moment.
A young man with colorful hair was squatting on the corner road of a high-class hotel in Continent M. The man was of mixed race and with good facial features.
It was a pity that he was dressed sloppily, like a homeless man. No one would pay special attention to his face.
