Li San glanced at him and then raised his head toward the cabin door, "Let's get off the plane first."
In the end, Yin Mo, wearing a wig and sunglasses, plainly remarked, "Qi Zai's lips are swollen."
Everyone gradually turned their attention, each with a look of realization.
It seemed it wasn't really a quarrel, possibly just a 'verbal spat'.
...
Tarmac.
As soon as Li Qiao stepped off the gangway, she received a call from Su Moshi, "Are you sure you don't need me to pick you up?"
"No need." Li Qiao looked at the convoy straight ahead and replied calmly, "Someone's here to pick us up."
Su Moshi exhaled a long breath, "Alright then, I'll come over once you're settled."
After hanging up, Wei Ang, who was waiting beside the convoy, also came over, "Eldest Young Master, Young Madam. The family head is at the other residence; shall we head there now?"
Shang Yu responded, his eyes calm and unfazed.
Wei Ang was momentarily stunned, shivering from the man's aloof demeanor.
