Gu Qiqi had never seen such a humanized plane.
It was as if it had its own soul. It could actually emit such a playful aura.
How interesting.
But when she blinked again, the small plane was parked there obediently. It was no different from a normal plane.
Above her head, the man's clear voice traveled over. "It's called Number One. It's still a little ugly now. I went to the Imperial Capital this time to reform him."
Gu Qiqi was surprised.
Was Gong Jue, this arrogant and domineering man, explaining his whereabouts for the past few days to her at this moment?
She coughed lightly. "You… How did you know that I was in a mental hospital?"
Before Gong Jue could answer…
