Shangguan shixiu's grass Dragonfly

At the same time.

On the way to the meeting place where the cabinet meeting was held.

A black Audi A8L with a bulletproof coefficient reaching the safety limit of the VR7 was moving at a constant speed.

Under the sunlight, the streamlined body of the car glowed coldly.

In the car.

Shangguan shixiu sat in the back leather seat, his eyes closed.

He was holding a grass Dragonfly that he had just woven.

His fingers would occasionally brush across her face.

"Young master, second Princess Consort is calling."

Uncle Liang, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, turned around to look at Shangguan shixiu. He was still holding a satellite phone in his hand.

Shangguan shixiu didn't respond.

Her unhealthy white skin looked even more sickly under the sun.

His black jade-like hair covered his eyes, making it impossible to guess what this man was thinking.

Shangguan shixiu didn't say anything, so uncle Liang let the satellite phone ring.