Qi Longbing glanced up and saw him, picked up a stack of magazines from the table, and flung them in front of him.
"Look, even at the Paris Fashion Week there's the 'An? Hua Xiaomo' brand..." Qi Longbing said calmly, then snorted coldly, his tone lingering, "I had someone investigate, this is under A City Ronghuang Group, obviously orchestrated by Zi Yunsui behind the scenes."
Fang Mingrui was a bit worried about his condition; he had lost a lot of weight while searching for Hua Xiaomo's whereabouts. The air and sea routes in City C District were being monitored, but unfortunately, nothing had been found. Of course, they never imagined that Zi Yunsui and the others were using a special helicopter, making it impossible to track them.
"Leng'er, do you still care about that woman?" Fang Mingrui sighed. Honestly, if there's really no fate, letting go is also a path!
Qi Longbing glanced at him disdainfully. His blue eyes carrying some grievance. For a long while.
