Inside a hotel room, a laptop showed various photos and information about Richard Calvin. In front of it, a young mother looked at the man's face with a sharp gaze, and her jaw twitched.
'Hell! What is that man doing in this country?'
"Qiao Qiao, where is our little angel? I thought you would take her with you to pick me up."
Qiao Anxia didn't answer, and her gaze couldn't take her eyes off her laptop monitor.
"Hmm? Who is this hottie? Is he our new mission?"
"No. He got our angel."
"What?! How?"
Anxia recalled what had happened at the airport earlier. She came with her daughter to pick up her friend and never let go of her daughter's hand.
If she knew this, she would hold Lori in her arms and wouldn't let the child out of her sight. But… this daughter of hers was really energetic and enjoyed walking. She didn't want to be carried, so Anxia gave in and could only hold her daughter's hand.
