Ou Jue walked to the business class seats in the back with a sullen face and kicked Assistant Chen's seat.
Assistant Chen, having fallen into a deep sleep the moment he boarded the plane, vaguely sensed the intimidating aura of his young master in his dreams.
With a start, he opened his eyes wide and looked blankly at Ou Jue, "Young master?"
Ou Jue spoke expressionlessly, "Change seats."
"Huh?"
"You go to the front." Ou Jue looked down at Special Assistant Chen, his indifferent voice lowering a few degrees, "Aren't you going quickly?"
"Okay, okay..." Special Assistant Chen hurriedly jumped up and sat next to Qiao Qianmo in the front row.
Strange, what's wrong with the young master?
Why is he leaving a perfectly good first-class seat to fight for a business class seat with him?
S country.
As soon as they walked out of the arrival gate, Qiao's father, who had been waiting there with his subordinates, surrounded them.
