"I really miss you a lot," Si Limo softened his tone, "so I decided to give you a surprise."
"What?" Qiao Xiaren was somewhat startled, "You wouldn't also have come to New York, right? Booked a flight?"
He looked at her, his gaze deep: "Didn't book a flight, had Si Yelin bring his helicopter over."
Qiao Xiaren: "..."
Suddenly, there was a loud bang from the other side—
Qiao Xiaren saw Si Yelin just barge in, with quite an overwhelming presence. Qiao Xiaren was stunned for a moment; Limo had just gotten out of bed, and yet there he was, just barging in like that.
It was a good thing she was already dressed; she also had her little possessive streak.
Si Yelin's complaining voice came through, "Bro, can I just buy you a helicopter? You wouldn't have to lift a finger, really! I'll personally go buy it, definitely the helicopter with the best equipment, and then deliver it to you myself. Why do you have to use mine?"
