Last night, Song Xiaodong had no opportunity to be alone with Miao Xuanxuan, and he was also feeling guilty. Unconsciously, he had grown much closer to Miao Qingqing, and such harassment didn't seem to bother her anymore.
The next morning, while everyone was having dinner together, Miao Qingqing's phone rang, shockingly from an international number. Miao Qingqing's business had dealings abroad, so she immediately answered the call.
However, after speaking only a few words, the chopsticks she was holding clattered to the floor, her face turned deathly pale, and everyone suddenly looked at her, clearly something serious had happened.
"Okay, okay, we'll be right there," she responded.
After hanging up, Miao Qingqing sat there stunned, seemingly at a loss.
"Sister! What happened? Talk to me!" Miao Xuanxuan usually addressed Miao Qingqing by her name, but now, scared, she also called her sister and suddenly stood up.
"Xuanxuan, hurry, we must go to the Middle East immediately."
