Random Matchmaking (8)

"Boss, it's midnight. Where are you going?" Her subordinates looked confused.

"I'm going to Moscow."

"Huh? Why?"

"To kill the wonton bastard and bitch…"

Hearing she was going to Russia, her subordinates panicked; about five of them walked up and pushed her against the wall in the hospital corridor.

"Let me go. Are you rebelling against me?" Lu Yan roared.

"Boss, you must calm down. If you go there, you'll ruin the plan you and Young Master Qiao are carrying out…"

"Damn the plan. That bastard Qiao Fei and that bitch Amy are badmouthing me behind my back… Fuck, I can't bear it anymore…"

Seeing her agitation, one of them whispered to the others, "Hurry and get the Madam here."

"Boss, calm down."

"I can't damned calm down. I'll go to Russia now and bomb them." Lu Yan raised her hand.

"Calm down. Boss, hastiness brings disaster…"

On the other side, thinking he had said enough, Qiao Fei yawned.