Through the glass window, Qiao Xu watched Lu Moqing hurriedly walking out of the airport, probably in a hurry to return to the company.
It was rare for this busy man to come early in the morning to send her to the airport.
Qiao Xu understood in her heart, but she still felt a little suffocated.
Withdrawing her gaze from Lu Moqing's retreating figure, she patted the little kitten that was stepping on her leg and sighed silently.
After a while, her action of stroking the cat paused, and she looked at Qiao Er in her hand, frowning.
Lu Moqing had forgotten to take Qiao Er away.
She couldn't bring Qiao Er onto the airplane either, but she couldn't bear to leave him behind.
At that moment, she immediately took out her mobile phone and called Lu Moqing. On the other end of the phone, just one ring sounded, followed by the sound of a hurried ringtone coming from the VIP room's entrance.
