The True Young Miss Is A Spoiled Boss

Xing Jiu'an chuckled, "I have something to do here, and I don't have time to pass."

On the other end of the phone, the blond girl flattened her mouth, "Okay then, I'll find you in a while, how are you doing in China? Is the food delicious? Is there any fun?"

"A lot of delicious food and a lot of fun. I'm looking forward to your arrival, Luca."

"Of course, I will definitely go, even if it's for you."

Luca smiled very happily.

"Dear, then, can you play with me for two days?"

"My pleasure."

After hanging up the phone, Xing Jiu'an walked over, watching the three of them deal with things, she opened her mouth "..."

Suddenly I don't know what to say.

Things that can be solved with a phone call, but also troubled for a while...

It shouldn't be!

Xing Jiu'an said, "Brother, we don't have to go there."

All three looked up at her suspiciously.

"I just got the news that Lu Qi organized the traitors. They are already dealing with them. The three fugitives will probably be caught by them."

Sure enough, soon, Uncle Gen called Xing Jiu'an.

His voice was still gentle and gentlemanly, like the nobility of old, suave.

"Son, the Luqi organization has already taken action, so you don't have to go over, they will complete all this well."

"Okay, I see, thank you, Uncle Gern."

"You're welcome, child, I still have something to do here. I'll contact you later."

"Okay, Uncle Gunn."

Mu Qing frowned and looked at Xing Jiu'an.

He knew about this Uncle Gunn.

In fact, he didn't want Xing Jiu'an to have contact with that Uncle Genn, because the other party was too dangerous.

It made him more vigilant than Lu Zhichen.

The power of that man was too great, even he could not compare with him.

Xing Jiu'an following such a dangerous person makes him very worried.

"Senior brother, we don't have to go, the Lu Qi organization is already in action, and we will receive good news soon."

After hanging up the phone, Mr. Genn smoothed the folds of his cuffs. His movements were slow, with unattainable elegance, and his slow movements should be pleasing to the eyes.

However, the few people kneeling across from him didn't even dare to look at him, their heads bowed, and their bodies trembled slightly.

"Tell me, what kind of punishment do you want?" Mr. Genn was in a good mood, and he was very good at talking.

Those people didn't dare to speak, and they didn't even dare to lift their heads.

"Don't you say it?" The end of the voice rose. Although it was an extremely elegant voice, it sounded extremely gentle, but it made people feel inexplicably dangerous.

"Mr. Genn, we were wrong. We won't do anything wrong in the future. Please forgive us." The man kowtowed hard, as if he couldn't feel the pain.

Mr. Gern frowned as he looked at the floor, which was soon stained with blood.

Seeing his expression, the subordinates on the side understood what he meant.

He stepped forward to control the man, covered his wound with a cloth, and tied it.

Soon, someone came to clean the floor, and after the cleaning was completed, they left quietly.

"Sure enough, it's pleasing to the eye." Mr. Gunn was somewhat satisfied.

He said, "Why not, hello..." I don't know what he remembered, and chuckled again.

"Forget it, be a good person."

"Contact the League of Nations and tell them we're turning in a few criminals."