"…" Xia Yu glanced at the young man and looked back inexplicably.
The young man followed his gaze and glanced back. He saw a private plane parked not far away and nothing else. "How is it?"
"Give up. My sister doesn't like your brother's type." Xia Yu could already hear the commotion at the airport. He quickened his pace and walked to Xia Wanyuan.
"Then does your sister like my type?!" He had shouted it casually, but the youth looked at Xia Wanyuan's cold side profile. Forget it, I can't control such a fairy daughter from the sky.
"Coming, coming, coming!!" The fans who had waited for a long time finally saw the person walk out. The passion in the hall was ignited.
Everyone lined up in two rows, holding flowers and banners as they screamed.
