Without a word, Lucas walked to the sofa next to him and sat down, with his feet folded, his coldness spreading from all around.
“What do you mean?” Lucas asked rhetorically, his expression could not show happiness or anger.
Zhang Yu was holding a sigh of breath originally, but now watching Lucas’s posture, listening to his words, he suddenly stopped getting angry.
“Mr. Lu, what do you mean by letting people bring us here when you get off the plane?” Zhang Yu sighed, his tone a little blunt.
The group of them went from Huacheng to Paris. When they got off the plane, they were caught by Lucas squatting at the airport. They broke up and caught them.
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