Huo Zhenyang let out a wry smile, realizing that Qiao Yongyong, the wealthy heiress, might have some interest in Nie Yixiao.
Qiao Yongyong had always favored good-looking men, and her preference for handsome guys in the Capital, Mexico City, was well-known.
Despite her young age, her behavior was bold and daring; leveraging her brother's power in Mexico, she had no idea how many men were at her beck and call.
That's fine.
If Qiao Yongyong could cling to Nie Yixiao, he would have less intention of going after Jiayi.
Huo Zhenyang, with one hand in the pocket of his trousers, said, "I wonder if Boss Nie would be willing? I can offer a raise."
Nie Yixiao's face turned an iron shade of blue, "Miss Qiao's bodyguards have already been arranged, each one is a one-in-a-thousand elite, there is no need to specifically add me."
