For Luo Xiaoqian, what happened just now was just a small interlude, and she certainly wouldn't take it to heart.
If it really was her mistake, then it's just their bad luck.
She doesn't know who they are, nor does she have their contact information. The most she can do is to detour back to Russia and hand the USB drive to the airport for handling on her return.
Of course, this can only be done after she gets off the plane and contacts Leng Zimo to confirm it's not his thing.
Shortly after Luo Xiaoqian's flight took off, several assistants and bodyguards returned to the car, all empty-handed.
"Where is she?" The silver-haired man frowned slightly, with obvious displeasure in his tone.
"She transferred flights to Rome." One of them answered dejectedly.
The silver-haired man's face darkened, "Call the people in Rome, keep an eye on her, prepare the plane, I'm flying to Rome immediately."
The subordinates didn't dare to delay and split up to take action at once.
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