Sure enough, Qiao and the assistants were already there waiting for them.
Handing over the three plane tickets, Qiao personally guided the three through a special channel into the boarding area, not forgetting to shake hands with them before departure, and finally, he gave Leng Zirui a brotherly hug. "I hope we have more opportunities to cooperate."
"Sure." Leng Zirui patted him on the back, stood upright, "Goodbye."
The three got on the plane smoothly.
Just before the plane took off, Leng Zimo made a call to Beijing using his mobile phone to inform them of the return time, while Xu Xia took advantage of this moment to lean over and give Leng Zirui a kiss on the cheek.
"Hmm?" Leng Zirui gently raised an eyebrow.
Xu Xia returned his gaze with a rare gentle smile, leaning close to his ear at the spot where the wound had already started bleeding, "Don't worry, husband, I'll take good care of myself."
As their eyes met, Leng Zirui's heart suddenly ached.
