Three minutes later, Rong Yan realized she hadn't misheard; there really was a helicopter parked outside, in all seriousness.
The small black helicopter had a bold and sleek design, with no superfluous painting on its body, just pure black, exactly like the color someone favored.
Li Shengxiao held her hand, his voice as beautiful as a cello, low and steady, "Let's go."
Rong Yan, who had just woken up, almost got dazed again by him while being led away, couldn't help but ask, "Where to? Are we flying this thing?"
In the middle of the night, he couldn't possibly be planning to take her on a tour over the skies of Capital City, right?
"Come with me and you'll know!" Li Shengxiao, holding her hand, sounded as if he was in a good mood.
Rong Yan had no choice but to keep up with his pace.
"Mr. Li, good."
"Mr. Li, good."
"Mr. Li, good."
Every man in black they encountered on the way bowed their heads, respectfully greeting them.
