"Here's here..." As the doorbell rang rapidly, Galen hurriedly ran over and opened the door: "Who are you looking for?"

He was slightly impatient in his tone. To be honest, he had never heard such a hurrying ringtone, whether it was the apartment at the foot of Beverly Hills, the villa on Beverly Hills, or the current villa in Malibu. It was as if someone pressed his finger on the button and pressed it with a high frequency of 100 seconds. It was really impolite.

"Who are you looking for?" With a low female voice, the newspaper blocking the front was placed. In front of Galen, a woman with no age, about 5 feet and 9 inches, wearing a thin light-colored windbreaker. Although she looked simple, she gave people a very difficult feeling. With a wide sun hat, sunglasses occupied one-third of her face, her long dark brown hair drooped like a waterfall, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, with a sneer that seemed to be there and not.

Suddenly, a subtle feeling appeared in Galen's heart. The woman in front of him seemed to know him, but at the same time she had a hint of... fear?

Before he could speak, the woman had already taken off her sunglasses, and the feeling of sneering in her hazel eyes was even stronger: "Long time no see, Galen."

Galen immediately jumped back as if he was touched by electricity, looked at the other person with a strange look, and tried his best to control the corners of his twitching mouth to say hello to her: "Hi...hee...hee..."

After a long time of fun, he couldn't express a complete sentence. The woman walked inside without even listening: "Where is Sean? Don't tell me, he is still sleeping in."

"When...of course not...he was just...it was..." Galen trotted and followed, but did not dare to cross the woman who was striding forward at all.

After coming to the living room, Sanders, who had already heard the noise, was about to say a few words in anger, but after seeing the visitor clearly, he suddenly bounced off the sofa, revealing a nervous look that no one had seen before: "Hi...Hi..."

Frederick, who was originally sitting opposite him, had to stand up for no reason and look at the woman who came in: "What's wrong."

"You don't seem to change at all, Sandy, still looks so self-righteous." The woman raised her eyebrows and noticed Frederick.

Before she could ask, Sean's voice had already come: "Galen, have you seen the car keys in the living room I put yesterday?"

Then, Sean, who was dressed casually with his cell phone, appeared at the door of the living room. He quickly noticed the woman, and his face immediately became a little ugly.

"Ah, I thought I would have to wait a few more minutes before I could see you, Sean." The woman smiled, with dangerous Guan Mang flashing in her eyes.

"Well... how are you, Liana?" Sean took a few steps back and said with a smirk, "I really didn't expect... to see you here."

"Yes, how could you think of it?" The woman called Liana hummed heavily.

"What's going on?" Frederick seized the opportunity to come to Garen and asked quietly, "Who is this woman?"

"Who else can be except Sean's sister?" Garen sighed and replied in an equally small voice, "You should listen to Sean's introduction of his family members? That's Liana? Don!"

"That's...Sean's sister, Liana Don?" Frederick looked at the woman more unexpectedly.

After Galen mentioned this, he realized that the woman's facial features were indeed somewhat similar to Sean, and she was similar to Sean. She was not very beautiful, but her temperament was outstanding, especially her cold appearance, which was more in line with the title of Iceberg Beauty than others. Even if she sneered, she did not feel like a villain, but she had a sharp impact.

I don't know if she is interested in being an actor. This idea came to Frederick's mind, but it immediately broke up again. I remember Sean said that his sister was 7 years older, which was too late.

"Then why do you always look scared?" the agent asked again, "Is she scary?"

"Scary?" Sanders, who came over at some point, snorted coldly, "So, Fred, although Liana is not named Hadiran, her hair is neither blue nor red, her earrings are not bombs, and she will not wave a military dagger at any time, but... once she gets angry, it will be a complete disaster!"

Although he said in a deep tone, it was obvious that Frederick didn't play games, so he blinked and didn't understand at all: "Sorry, can you explain it carefully?"

Reality quickly gave him the answer.

"I really didn't expect you to be an actor." Liana took a step forward and her tone suddenly became gentle, but Sean still looked like she was facing a great enemy and leaned against her in a defensive manner.

Unfortunately, this did not work at all. The next second, Lianna suddenly stretched out her arm and hooked Sean's neck with lightning speed, clamping him under her armpits, just like Sean clamping Garen, Sanders and the others.

"You are very proud of being an actor, right? You can not go home for two years, right?! Do you know how much my mother misses you?! Do you know how excited she is every time you call?! Do you know how much she looks forward to you going home in the past two Thanksgiving and Christmas?! Even if the conflicts between you and the old man are irreconcilable, there will be no problem going back to see your mother!" Liana shouted angrily.

Frederick was stunned by the sight of him. He never expected that Liana, who looked cold and elegant, had such a violent side, and the contrast was too big.

"Yes...yes...I...I know...let go!" Sean shouted with dry coughing as he rolled his eyes.

Looking at his hard-working appearance, Frederick wanted to come forward and help, but he didn't know if he could interfere in this obvious housework. Fortunately, Liana didn't keep this position for too long, and then let go after holding him around for two rounds.

"Damn, I knew that there was no good thing for you to come." Sean complained while touching his neck.

"You deserve it," Liana shook her arm. Although her cold appearance improved, she still spoke without hesitation. "In two years, I haven't been home once. San Francisco is not Fiji. You don't need to take a dozen hours of flight and the jet lag is enough for you to travel back and forth, but what have you done?"

As she said that, she turned her head and glared at Garen and Sanders: "And you, have you never reminded him that he should go home and have time to see him?"

Garen and Sanders lowered their heads silently, like elementary school students, so Liana turned her head back again.

"Okay, Linna, let's go up and say this." Sean quickly raised his hands and glanced at Frederick.

"Who is he?" Liana seemed to realize that there was someone in the room who didn't know him.

"Well...I'm Frederick Rogers, Miss Tang," the agent hurriedly took a step forward. "It's Sean's agent, you can call me Fred."

"Oh? You're the useless Fred?" Liana made a look of sudden enlightenment, and Frederick coughed a few times.

"Unuseless Fred? What does this mean?" Sean asked curiously.

"According to my investigation, when your agent was a broker, he set a record of not signing one person for nine consecutive months. Finally, he was called useless Fred in the company," Liana said indifferently, "Can't you choose a better agent, Sean?"

Frederick immediately blushed, stared at Liana, trembling lips but didn't know what to say. Garen and Sanders immediately covered their mouths and forced themselves not to laugh.

But Sean, after a moment of silence, defended him: "Fred is a very capable agent. Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand it, okay, Liana?"

"I didn't say anything," Liana picked up her arm, "Do you think I came to you on a whim? Even so, there will be no missing detailed investigations at all!"

"Okay, even so, that's a long time ago." Sean raised his hands, "Let's go upstairs to talk."

"Okay." Lianna didn't bother her. When she walked out of the living room first, Sean gave Frederick an apologetic look, made several gestures to Garen and the others, and then followed.

"I hate that woman, how could Sean have such an older sister!" After there was no sound outside, the agent said in a muffled voice, obviously still resentment about what happened just now.

"Okay, Fred, these are all facts. Since they are facts, we must admit it, and we are not afraid of being taken out and said." Sanders seized the opportunity and teased him with a sarcastic expression.

However, Galen still comforted her: "Don't care, Fred and Liana have always been like this. She likes it very much and is good at catching other people's handles. In the community, she was the only one who could control the troublemakers of us. In fact, she said that those who did not have malice, but were just habitually reminding her not to be proud of her achievements and think about her previous embarrassment."

"I'm not you, and it's only the first time I met her. Why do you say that to me?" Frederick frowned and was very dissatisfied.

"So I said, she was a habitual reminder," Garen shrugged, "Obviously, she is always thinking about Sean now, and she doesn't have time to think about too much, so I'm afraid there's no extra time for you today, Fred."

"It's okay," sighed Frederick, who had calmed down. "Start from the moment Sean pulled his sister upstairs, I knew he was definitely not available today, so I'll leave first."

As he said that, he patted Garen on the shoulder and looked at Sanders again: "But remember to call me as soon as possible when she leaves. Sean's situation is very serious now. We must discuss countermeasures as soon as possible. Don't always follow his wishes. It is good for him to object appropriately to the actual situation of the opera."

"This guy just likes to exaggerate some issues," Sanders said after the agent left, "so I don't like him."

"Okay, Sandy, if you don't talk about this today, think about how to deal with it later...'Queen'." Garen said and pointed up.
Chapter completed!