"Uncle, are you ordering me as an elder, or are you consulting me as the Collins's agent?" Charlee Ford looked at Long Peikai, her mouth slightly hooked, and asked with a smile.

Long Peikai didn't expect her to react like this.

There was no direct refusal or direct consent, but an inexplicable question was asked.

Long Peikai originally wanted to denounce her angrily, but when she saw her slightly cold eyes, she couldn't say anything.

For a long time, he twisted his eyebrows, a pair of have to compromise the appearance, look ugly and ask: "What is the difference between the two?"

"Yes," Charlee Ford raised his lips, opened a...