"I know," Shen chengjing turned to her side, hugged his arm, and leaned her face on his shoulder!
The good thing about mo Yancheng was that he could always be by her side no matter where or when.
"Cheng."
"What?" She could feel the man's hesitation.
"If the ye clan and the gong clan have some grudges, then ..."
"Whatever grudges there are, it has nothing to do with us, right?" She knew what he was trying to say, but she was afraid that if she really knew a lot of things, she would be affected.
"Yes."
While the two of them were standing there, President ye had hastily bandaged his wound and was walking towards them with heavy steps.
Her body stiffened. Mo Yancheng put his arm around her shoulders and whispered something to her. She nodded.
"President ye, this way please." As he spoke, he reached out to hold Shen chengjing's hand.
In the VIP room of a star-rated hotel in the airport, Shen chengjing walked in with President ye following behind her.
