Upon hearing Cao Feiyu's exclamation and seeing him gaze upwards, everyone curiously followed his gaze to look up.
Holy shit!!!
Not just everyone else but even as Qiao Jing looked up, those words almost slipped from her mouth.
Two helicopters hovered in mid-air, dragging a banner that read, "Qiao Jing is my woman, who dares to compete with me?"
With such a shameless display, Qiao Jing could guess who it was without asking.
Is he here too?
Just as Qiao Jing was about to look around, rose petals suddenly began to drift from the sky.
To be precise, it started raining rose petals, continuously falling, landing on Qiao Jing's head as well as the heads of the onlookers.
Cao Feiyu was totally unable to stay seated; his eyes almost bulging out.
"Who is this? Chasing someone and making more of a spectacle than me!"
