Ling Chuan pulled An Ziqing onto the plane.
Xun Qianye could have walked by herself, but seeing the man in the military uniform, she was curious.
Colonel-level figures could only guard below the plane.
The plane belonged to the Denmark Royal Family.
What kind of person could have such grandeur!
No wonder Jia Luo dared not make a move!
They hadn't even stepped into the cabin yet.
Ling Chuan pulled An Ziqing, turned back to look inside the airport.
Slicing through glass windows.
Jia Luo stood there, hands behind his back, calmly watching.
An Ziqing also turned to see Ling Chuan, her hand instinctively tightening.
Ling Chuan lowered his head to look at An Ziqing, "We are safe! Absolutely safe! He won't dare touch us!"
If Ling Chuan said he wouldn't dare, then Jia Luo certainly wouldn't dare.
"Let's go! I'm taking you to meet someone!" Ling Chuan pulled her along, striding inside.
Inside the cabin, sat a man in a crimson shirt.
