Even if she could never forgive him again. Even if she wished he would die on the spot before her. He still had to go, to apologize to her...
"Boss, can I borrow your computer for a moment?" Qiao Yonghui asked the store owner in broken English. Now, without an assistant or secretary, he had to do everything himself.
The store owner kindly lent him the computer.
Qiao Yonghui quickly booked a flight back to his country. Upon seeing the ticket confirmation, he let out a heavy sigh of relief. After purchasing an umbrella, he politely thanked the store owner and took a taxi to the airport.
Ah Wan, Xiao Xi, wait for me, I'm coming back...
A taxi swiftly followed; two men in black, wearing sunglasses, watched Qiao Yonghui pass through security, then quickly left the airport and headed towards the seaside villa.
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In the villa, Old Liang sat on the sofa looking defeated, while Song Jia wept softly beside him.
