Hearing this, the old men in the room all chuckled. They all knew that Old Master Xu was very concerned about Feng Qing and even treated her as his biological granddaughter. If anyone dared to bully Feng Qing, Old Master Xu would definitely hit them hard.
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Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, another week passed. It was the Capital International Airport.
A black Mercedes-Benz slowly stopped at the entrance of the airport. Xie Jiuhan was sitting in the backseat. He was here to send Feng Qing abroad. Just as Feng Qing was about to push open the car door, her arm was grabbed by the man.
Feng Qing subconsciously turned around and saw the man's abnormally handsome face rapidly enlarging in her eyes. His hot breath sprayed on Feng Qing's face, and she felt like an ice block, wrapped in magma, melting rapidly.
