"I presume the vehicles I have requested are available," said Ling Qingyu.
"About that…," the director paused. "I understand your armor request, but Ms. Ling, don't you have your own? I can't understand."
"Oh, here I was confused about what your words meant." Ling Qingyu shook her head. "The vans are naturally for my flight crews and their baggage."
The director uttered an "oh" and nodded in agreement. Based on the short interaction, he had already picked up Ling Qingyu's obvious trait—thoroughness in detail, not even sparing the smallest ones.
He reckoned the noble lady possessed some sort of OCD, arranging everything meticulously. His age had taught him that control was good, but not everything. Sometimes, people would resist it even if they understood the rules existed for their own good.
Maybe, as time passed, friends could turn into enemies. Yet these weren't his problems, and he didn't believe Ms. Ling lacked countermeasures.
