Capital City International Airport.
In Ren Feifan's hand was a bouquet of flowers, and he was even dressed in a chic casual suit.
Although he knew that Ye Qingcheng might not necessarily like him dressing like this, he had to at least show that he was treating this matter seriously.
Soon, a breathtaking figure emerged from the airport.
The young woman was wearing a white dress, the exquisite lace of the dress accentuating her fair, slender, and upright legs, perfectly outlining her beautiful curves.
Her gaze was cold and clear, free from any superfluous adornment. Her black hair was simply tied into a ponytail, hanging down naturally and brushing past her ears.
One of the three beauties of the Capital City, Ye Qingcheng.
Ren Feifan could not possibly mistake her for someone else.
Ren Feifan noticed Ye Qingcheng, but it seemed she hadn't noticed him yet.
At this moment, she was looking around, trying to locate her brother's Bentley.
