His movements were too fast and too sudden, Luo Xiaoqian didn't have time to dodge, and Leng Zimo naturally couldn't stop him either.
Withdrawing his fingers, Jiao Yang turned and headed for the door.
"Jiao Yang!" Luo Xiaoqian hurried after him into the hallway, "This time, I really have to thank you!"
In the corridor, Jiao Yang turned his face, looked at her, and wickedly curled the corner of his lips upward, "When you're back in Beijing, remember to treat me to a meal, just you and me!"
Without giving anyone the chance to stop or reject him, he turned around and strode towards the elevator. The driver nodded to the others, busying himself with pulling the suitcase to follow.
Ailin glanced at Luo Xiaoqian and Leng Zimo, who were standing in the hallway, "President Leng, please get ready. I'll go downstairs to find a taxi!"
In the hallway, only two were left.
"What were you going to say to me just now?" Leng Zimo asked.
