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Luo Qiangwei ran out of the North Riverbank Garden in a frenzy, a black sedan already waiting at the entrance.
She opened the door and sat down, completely disregarding how her white wedding dress tore and got dirty.
The sedan sped to Jiang City International Airport as fast as possible.
Clutching her cellphone, Luo Qiangwei charged inside.
She was so anxious and disoriented that she bumped into many people along the way, several times stumbling over the dragging hem of her dress and falling to the ground, yet she kept getting up and running forward.
But the airport was too vast, and she had no idea which flight Mo Shiche was on, or rather… if it was a private jet, it would be even harder to find.
"Mo Shiche!"
She cupped her hands around her mouth, shouting loudly.
Her hoarse, urgent voice echoed throughout the hall.
Almost everyone turned to look, witnessing a beautiful bride in her wedding gown, seemingly out of her mind, searching for a man.
