Slap in the Face, Thank You, Uncle Nie

The black car quickly slid into the entrance of the clubhouse.

This clubhouse had extremely high standards, so the service quality was naturally top-notch. The valet was already prepared as soon as their car entered the clubhouse.

The chauffeur saw the valet outside and stopped the car steadily. He turned around and said softly to the person in the back row, "Empress, we're here."

"Yes." Nie Qingru opened her eyes, sharp as hooks, with no traces of sleepiness. Looking sideways at the clubhouse staff outside, she asked, "How long will they take?"

The chauffeur carefully asked, "You mean Young Master Qi?"

Nie Qingru did not even bother to respond this time.

If she was not talking about Qixing and the others, who else could she be talking about?