The airport staff immediately became alert and quickly went forward to hold Rong Zhan's arms. Sir, you are suspected of human trafficking. Please come with us now and can't board this plane.
"Wait, wait-!"
Rong Zhan pushed them away and rushed up to open the suitcase. A three-year-old child was sitting in the suitcase, covering his red forehead with his little hands and whimpering. Daddy, Daddy, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch!
Looking at this scene, Rong Zhan's expression changed a thousand times. In the end, he couldn't hold it in anymore and gritted his teeth. f * ck!
Rong Zhan felt as if he was in a dream. He was not a conjurer. Why did his daughter, who was supposed to be at home, end up in his luggage?
He looked at his precious daughter. Rong Zhan reached out his hand to carry her down, but she was in his suitcase. He was about to leave again. For the first time, he felt quite helpless--!
He didn't even know if he should carry her down.
