Qiao Ruoxin fled in a panic, bumping into quite a few people at the airport, and repeatedly saying, "I'm sorry."
She looked back from time to time, fearing that Simon would catch up to her.
"Ah!"
In her carelessness, she once again bumped into someone's embrace.
She hastily said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Then, the man's arms encircled her slender waist and pulled her into his embrace.
Qiao Ruoxin furrowed her brows as she looked up, meeting the man's pitch-black eyes, his handsome face taut and overflowing with menace.
"Mo Chen, brother..." she couldn't help but cry out, a tremble in her voice.
Mo Chen held her tightly, his large hand cradling her head, soothing her in a low voice, "It's all right now."
She suddenly remembered Simon's words about sending a video!
She immediately pushed the man away, "Give me your phone!"
A trace of confusion crossed the man's handsome face, but without overthinking it, he handed her his phone.
