"Not bad. I didn't expect you to handle two regional presidents so effortlessly, Jingming."
After Pang Tian and Ma Shan left, Ling Shuang took off her shoes, exposing her delicate, lustrous feet to the air as she gently swung them.
Her melodious voice was full of praise.
She had been worried that Xu Jingming would be taken in by those two old foxes, which was why she had accompanied him.
But now, it seemed her worries had been entirely unnecessary.
Xu Jingming had handled them brilliantly, even putting them under immense pressure.
He had made both Eighth-Order Grandmasters break into a sweat.
"It was nothing. I just said what I wanted to say." Xu Jingming smiled.
His strength was his greatest source of confidence. With enough strength, he naturally had nothing to fear from them.
"By the way, didn't Director Su say she was coming today? Why isn't she here yet?"
Xu Jingming asked, a little puzzled.
Su Qingli also had an Obsidian-grade Warplane. It would take her less than twenty minutes to get here from Gui Province.
As he spoke, Xu Jingming suddenly sensed something. He rose from the sofa and said with a smile, "Speak of the devil. Director Su is here."
Ling Shuang, who had also detected Su Qingli's arrival with her mental power, rose from the sofa and walked out of the villa with Xu Jingming.
A low engine roar sounded as a futuristic warplane more than twenty meters long flew in from the distance and hovered above the villa.
Hiss—
The warplane's hatch opened, and Su Qingli stepped out on her long legs.
After putting the warplane into her Space Ring, she walked through the air to the villa's entrance.
"Director Su."
"Qingli, you're here."
Xu Jingming and Ling Shuang welcomed Su Qingli into the