Twenty minutes later, Yan Emperor's private jet took off from the border international airport and returned to South Sea.
Shang Yu, Qiu Huan, Ou Bai, and others were seated near the sofa, the cabin was very quiet, no one spoke.
And the door to the rest area at the back of the cabin was tightly closed.
Li Qiao stood by the bed, staring unblinkingly at the unconscious Li San.
Nan Xin stood with her head bowed behind her, occasionally stealing a glance but not daring to speak.
Li Qiao still clutched the misshapen brocade box in her hand, silent for a long while, before slowly turning to meet Nan Xin's gaze.
Without saying a word, Nan Xin already felt her legs weakening, wanting to kneel, "Darling, it's my fault, I admit my wrong. You can punish me however you like."
Nan Xin's tone was obscure, she hung her head low and dangled it submissively, her enchanting face also lost its usual luster.
