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Perhaps because the people seated in the business class were generally dignified types who cared about-face, and had almost just lost their lives, they didn't have the mind to take others' belongings. If it had been somewhere else, by the time the young master leisurely departed, his possessions would probably have already been stolen.
"Here," Qinghe heard a voice beside her and saw a hand reaching out in front of her.
It was her bag, Qing Yu had actually organized it for her. Qinghe rummaged through it and found not a single item missing, especially the pitiful few banknotes that were still lying snugly in her wallet. Qinghe turned to look at him, "Thank you."
