Wen Meimei felt the man's intense gaze and bravely met it head-on, deciding no longer to escape from reality.
The young girl's moist lips curved slightly into a smile as she said, "Mr. Qiao, if you have any opinions about me, you can tell me in private or even say it in front of all these people. Please don't look at me like that, okay?"
Qiao Chengxun hooked his lips into a cold smirk, "I do have something to say to you in private, follow me."
Having said that, Qiao Chengxun rose and walked away.
Several lines of annoyance crept across Wen Meimei's forehead, What was Qiao, King of Hell, implying? She gives him an inch, and he takes a mile?!
Well, she didn't want to stay in this place anyway—it would be like taking a breath of fresh air.
Wen Meimei silently followed him out.
