When Lin Fan stepped out of the taxi,
a motorcycle raced up from behind.
Although with a helmet on, the face was unclear.
But just with that miniskirt and the belly-baring vest,
and the incredibly graceful figure,
it could be no one other than Zhao Jiaqi.
"Why have you come?"
Lin Fan curiously looked at the motorcycle that stopped in front of him.
During their exchange, Zhao Jiaqi had already taken off her helmet.
She shook her jet-black hair out.
"I was just about to look for you, not expecting that you'd also know there's a distinguished guest arriving today. Did Mr. Zhou inform you?"
Zhao Jiaqi placed her helmet on the fuel tank,
her lips curved into an excited smile.
"Distinguished or not, what does it have to do with me? I'm not one of your Dragon Teeth members."
Lin Fan's face was cold as he stepped towards the Zhou residence.
"What do you mean by that?"
Zhao Jiaqi was startled, puzzledly dropped her motorcycle, and quickly followed him.
