Rongcheng Airport

Huo Miao was wearing a dark blue shirt with elegant and noble sapphire cuffs, which set off his noble and elegant, sunglasses and cold temperament.

He walked slowly out of the airport, his eyes never shifted, and he followed him closely.

No one dares to approach.

There is a silent deterrent on him.

The assistant stood beside him and rang wildly. He was so anxious that he knew he had made arrangements and why the car hadn't come yet.

He stood behind Hawthorne and looked at the light sunshine, as if he had given him a shine.

Although he is bathed in the sunshine, he feels the cold...