Mo Hexuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said coldly, "Give it to me."
Qin Youxue tightly pursed her lips, her face somewhat pale from shock.
After hesitating for a moment, she suddenly turned around, intending to tear the plane ticket to shreds, but the man stepped forward and seized her fingers. With a slight pressure on the tiger's mouth, he made her involuntarily loosen her grip, allowing him to easily snatch away the crumpled plane ticket from her hand.
Qin Youxue's face turned ashen as she watched Mo Hexuan lower his head to glance at the plane ticket, "France? Are you going to look for him?"
Those pitch-black eyes seemed to be ablaze with fire, and Qin Youxue felt his sudden surge of anger.
In his rage, his fingers suddenly swung up and slapped sharply in her direction. Qin Youxue's eyes widened slightly, her breath caught, and then she heard a heavy thud against the wall beside her as Mo Hexuan's fist struck near her.
