Qiao Dongyang glanced at her and motioned her to sit in his executive chair.
"Go ahead, I'm listening."
Chi Yue pondered for a moment, "Do you think that matters of the heart can be controlled?"
Qiao Dongyang pursed his lips, "I think they can't." As he said this, he let out a laugh, rested his hands on Chi Yue's chair, leaned forward towards her, his eye sockets brimming with amusement, "If they could be controlled, I should be in New York now, watching blond-haired, blue-eyed beauties."
"You can do that in Aerospace City too."
"——"
Qiao Dongyang stared at her for a few seconds.
"Miss Chi, can you tell me, are you jealous?"
"No." Chi Yue sat quietly, falling silent for so long that the air in the office was nearly frozen by her attitude before she slowly spoke, "You need a woman who can match you, to accompany you into space, right?"
