"No time." Qiye returned coldly.

"But she doesn't know the way." Qi Yang is depressed.

"It's none of my business." Qi Ye left quickly.

All the way calm, Qi Ye and the other side of the phone are talking about something, a few steps later, looked up, unexpectedly bumped into a piece of white cloth in the crack of the door, eyes tight.

The elegant black leather shoes kicked the door unpolitely.

A glimmer of light penetrates into the room.

Gu Qianmeng shrank back vigilantly bit by bit.

Seeing this scene, Qi Ye rushed over immediately.

Several men immediately greeted Qiye defensively and taught him, "It's nothing for you. Get...