Rong Zhan kept his phone and left the airport with sang Xia.
As for that kind of relationship problem, he didn't want to care too much about it.
It was peak hour at the airport, and people were coming and going.
Sang Xia wanted to talk to Rong Zhan about their father-son relationship, but when she turned around to talk, she was bumped on the shoulder by someone.
The force was very heavy.
Sang Xia groaned and Rong Zhan immediately held her tightly in his arms. He cursed under his breath and looked behind them.
"It's fine, it's fine. There are a lot of people here, I'll be fine." Sang Xia said hurriedly, afraid that Rong Zhan would be unhappy.
Rong Zhan's first reaction was the same.
However, when he looked over, he saw something that made his narrow eyes shrink. He unconsciously tightened his grip on sang Xia's hand.
Sang Xia furrowed her brows. Rong Zhan, what's wrong? "
