Expression Module Could Not Find a Matching Option

Behind the door of the private jet, following behind the handsome yet utterly roguish figure,

was a black-haired beauty dressed in an impeccably neat secretary's outfit, black stockings and high heels lending her the air of an iceberg goddess.

After hearing his words, there was still not the slightest expression on her cold, beautiful face. Her overly pale skin, her long straight black hair,

and her unruffled light-indigo phoenix eyes—this woman, unforgettable at a glance, calmly replied:

"The National War entered its final week of preparations at the beginning of this month. There are six days remaining until the scheduled time."

"For such a simple matter, please make greater use of that brain of yours that keeps leaning into the arms of all kinds of women—ah, now that I think about it carefully, it truly is beyond saving."

Click—

Hearing her use an incomparably calm, objective tone to deliver words that should clearly have been mocking, the roguish, handsome young man froze midway through his stylish motion of draping his jacket over his shoulder.

Then he looked at the woman beside him with a complicated, speechless expression. She had said something like that without even a ripple crossing her face.

"Ai Ma, I suddenly realized... haven't you been getting stricter with me lately?"

"Considering that, twenty-four hours ago, your brain was in a state where you were making a lustful face and, hehe, partying with a group of women in bikinis, I believe this may be a misconception on your part."

"All right, then could you at least smile a little next time you say something like that? That way, it would at least seem somewhat sarcastic."

And had he just heard two insulting words slipped in there?

"Expression module could not find a matching option."

Listening to the young