Ren Feng put down his phone, and Liang Keqing, sitting beside him, stared at him without speaking.
"What's the matter?" Ren Feng chuckled.
"The person you were talking to must be very important to you?" Liang Keqing said.
Ren Feng was taken aback: Liang Keqing continued, "Feng, I can see from your eyes, you seem a bit distracted."
Really?
Ren Feng laughed at himself, "Keqing, you're really sharp. Anyway, we'll be at the airport soon."
The taxi was fast, and when Ren Feng and Liang Keqing arrived at the airport, Liou Rumei had also brought some people from Qingcheng International waiting there.
It wasn't a large group, only seven people, but they were the business elites of Qingcheng International, including one who spoke Korean and could work as a translator.
Liou Rumei stood at the forefront, dressed in a black coat and knee-high boots, with lips the color of roses. Her face carried a charming smile, adding to her aura, creating a queen-like presence.
