Coincidentally, Wen Fucheng sent a message at this moment.
[Wen Fucheng: Follow Xie Weisi, he will bring you over.]
Ying Jing closed her phone and looked at the person beside her.
Xie Weisi was actually playing a game.
"Is Wen Fucheng planning some surprise!"
Hearing what she said, Xie Weisi's hand trembled, almost using the wrong skill.
"My Chinese isn't very good, I don't understand what you mean."
Ying Jing was speechless; his proficiency in cursing was impeccable during the event.
"Your words already exposed that you know the inside story."
Is that so? Is it that obvious?
Then, on the journey ahead, he mustn't slip and say anything more.
On the mountain path at night, small lights started to light up.
A private jet rested on the spacious apron.
Ying Jing was sound asleep, and when she just opened her eyes, a silk scarf was laid over her, cool and smooth.
A familiar fragrance lingered at the tip of her nose.
