Lu Xiaoyou took out a red velvet bag from her suitcase and retrieved something from inside.
"Jing Yuan, do you think that the people you've sent to protect me could even get on the Sea King?"
Lu Xiaoyou smiled, her two fingers holding a pair of deep red, three-buckle short boots. The boots were made of suede, perfect for winter.
She fastened the metal buckles with her fingers and continued speaking to the person on the phone:
"Mr. Long has already noticed me. He's the one inviting me onto the Sea King this time. I can only use this opportunity to make my move, Jing Yuan, don't mess it up for me!"
As she spoke the latter part of the sentence, Lu Xiaoyou lowered her voice, her words allowing no resistance.
Even separated by a phone, the man in a foreign country could feel her commanding presence pressing on his throat. In certain ways, this woman, Lu Xiaoyou, was just like Long Xiliang.
Don't be fooled; she always seemed languidly charming, with a penchant for coquettishness.
