One of the black sedans carrying the bodyguard team was parked next to the Cayenne. Once the door was closed, no one outside could see the people inside through the glass.
Lu Xiaoyou was shoved into the back seat. After Long Xiliang grabbed her arm, faint pink marks appeared on her jade-like, white arms.
"What do you want to say?" Her gaze fell on the man's profile, and Lu Xiaoyou noticed that he seemed a bit unhappy.
The airport show had been successful, yet the broadcast purposely released by Long Xingkui had fallen like a piece of rat poop into a pot of white congee.
"You've been overly concerned about that child, haven't you?"
The man spoke, unexpectedly mentioning Miemie Dragon, catching Lu Xiaoyou off guard.
"I thought Long Xingkui would have kidnapped Little Miemie like Qinghuang did."
The man chuckled softly, "Even if he was kidnapped, would it be necessary to be this anxious?"
The atmosphere in the car froze solid, the air seemed to stop flowing at that moment.
