The pain in her arm seemed to jerk Xia Yangyang from some kind of ethereal trance.
Yes, the person before her was Gu Qichen.
The very real Gu Qichen.
Xia Yangyang hadn't expected Gu Qichen to come.
Especially not at this time.
Xia Yangyang quickly came to her senses.
Shouldn't he be at the company waiting for the shareholders' meeting?
Why was he here?
"Gu Qichen, let go of me, everyone is watching," she exclaimed.
The boarding was about to begin.
The airport hall was bustling with people coming and going.
Their intense struggle had already attracted a lot of attention.
But Gu Qichen seemed completely deaf to Xia Yangyang's words.
He just gripped her arm tightly.
It was as if she would sprout wings and fly away the moment he let go.
Gu Qichen's gaze was firmly fixed on Xia Yangyang's face.
He looked haggard, his eyes bloodshot as if he hadn't slept all night.
His hair, too, was unstyled, somewhat tousled hanging over his head.
