"He's playing games... Needless to say!" Beautiful pupils pass a trace of stubbornness, Gu Qianmeng shook his head.

The next day, the airport.

A soft hair was scattered at random, Gu Qianmeng was dragging a heavy suitcase, unable to help looking back at the sea of people behind him, and his clear apricot eyes were slightly lost. Not far from

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, wearing a black leather coat, I. P. Huang covered his face with a hat. It smelled like a thriller spy film. His long body was quietly leaning against the wall, but he could not help looking at the men behind him who wanted to grab his suit and...