The bodyguards definitely didn't have any pity for Feng Jianing. Feng Jianing was dragged along the way, rubbing against the soil and weeds, and then thrown to the side of the small fountain outside the hall.
Ten minutes later, a scream sounded from the side of the fountain, and the entire banquet became lively.
By this time, Xie Jiuhan had long returned to the presidential suite. Feng Qing was immersed in her own music world, humming a song. When she sensed the man's return, she turned around and asked, "Why are you back so early? It's good for your body to soak for a while more."
Xie Jiuhan walked towards Feng Qing and picked up his little girl. "I wanted to bring you to watch a show."
