Feng Yu sneered. "She probably thinks the First Research Institute will also try to curry favor with her."
Qiao Nian listened patiently. Then, she propped up her legs and said, "Just ignore her."
Seeing that she really did not take it to heart, Feng Yu did not mention it anymore. He waved his hand and got her to leave. "I called you to ask you about the banquet. Go ahead now."
Qiao Nian looked at the time. It was already three o'clock.
She did not waste any more time and bid Feng Yu farewell.
* * *
The next day.
Ji Ziyin's flight arrived at the independent continent at ten in the morning.
Old Madam Lu called Lu Yiming to pick her up at nine o'clock. "Hurry up. We're about to set off."
Lu Yiming was still wearing his home clothes and had no intention of changing. He pressed between his eyebrows and said in frustration, "I won't go."
