Lu Yan smiled. "You're so nice to me. I plan to take you on a trip."
"That's it?" Qiao Fei's face darkened.
"Why? If you're not satisfied, then forget it… I'll go myself."
"Go, go, go. I'll go wherever you go."
Afraid that his little ancestor would get angry, Qiao Fei immediately gave in.
"Then hurry up and pack your things. We'll leave in a while."
"Yeah."
Late at night.
Lu Yan and Qiao Fei avoided the Qiao family's secret guards, hacked the surveillance camera, and left through the back door.
After 30 minutes of driving, they left on Lu Yan's private jet.
An hour after Qiao Fei's father found out that his son had been taken away, the plane had already taken off.
"Family Head, the third young master is missing…"
"What do you mean missing?" Old Master Qiao was furious.
"He's not in the private manor anymore. Miss Lu and her men are gone too."
