"Yes." He lowered his head. "Young master, if we go to Country, will we save her?"
Nangong Yeb clenched his hands and sneered suddenly. "No, I have something more important to do. I think Aman will be surprised!"
Southeast France, East-east.
In the dark blue night sky full of stars, a private passenger plane was flying in the air and approaching the airport of Inyon.
The living room was big enough for hundreds of people on the plane. The golden- rimmed beige sofa surrounded the room and leaned against the porthole. There were two huge portholes on both sides of the living room. Sitting on the edge of the living room, you could see the scenery in the air completely.
Aman sat on the sofa by the porthole and opened a notebook, a cup of coffee and a pile of newspapers.
He stroked the soft hair of Chloe next to him and looked at the shares on the computer.
