"Xueyan, am I really that great that even you would follow me?" Wang Xiaoqiang gripped Jing Xueyan's hand tightly and asked in return.
"Brother Qiang, I don't know if you're good or not, but I know you're good to me, and that's enough..." Jing Xueyan stared at Wang Xiaoqiang with affection. Her dewy eyes held only the figure of Wang Xiaoqiang at that moment.
After the meal, Jing Xueyan went to get her luggage from the hotel in Florence where she stayed, accompanied by Wang Xiaoqiang.
Jing Xueyan had come with a group of domestic hosts, and they all worried about her ever since she left with Wu Qiumei.
Because no one really knew Wu Qiumei's background, they only knew that she had been a second-tier celebrity agent and promoter in China, with unclear morals.
Now seeing Jing Xueyan taking her luggage with a man's help, they all inquired curiously, "Eh? Xueyan, where are you planning to go?"
