Leaving behind her subordinates, Ling Qingyu followed the deputy minister inside. The latter wanted to argue that she could bring along two personal bodyguards, but thinking about the well-armed operators, he refrained from speaking.
He couldn't invite a team of armed personnel inside and risk frightening his superior, could he? Xiao Yue paced behind and observed the changing expressions at lightning speed.
She chuckled and inwardly gave a thumbs-up. Ling Qingyu's powerful, pretentious aura flooded the surroundings and affected everyone.
The deputy minister tried to warm up and chose topics to please Ling Qingyu, who reciprocated politely as if the previous sternness hadn't come from her.
Meanwhile, Xiao Yue spoke to waste time. "Poor Azi. She has a big aircraft but no opportunity to show her skills."
"What do you mean, shortie?" Ling Qingyu raised her brow. The conversation didn't affect the duo's walking pace. They were conversing in their mother tongue.
