In the picturesque courtyard, everyone quieted down, staring at Mo Si Huang in utter bewildernt.
Wha, what?
Su Li left with Feng Huaijin?
Xu Xing imdiately said, "Impossible, she went to set off firecrackers. Besides, if Feng Huaijin were to co, wouldn’t we know?"
As Xu Xing spoke, he dashed towards where Su Li was setting off firecrackers...
On that clearing, apart from scraps of firecracker paper, where was Su Li’s figure?
Xu Xing’s heart skipped a beat, his face suddenly turning very ugly.
Xu Xing hurried back, spitting out, "I know what happened. Feng Huaijin deliberately sent dozens of boxes of firecrackers. He brought a helicopter over!"
Xu Xing pounded his chest and stamped his feet, lanting, "My poor little junior sister, just like that snatched away by a scoundrel—my Shui Lizi—"
Mo Si Huang cast a cold glance, lifted his leg, and walked inside, past the big tree, into the main house. Looking at the figure as cool and clear as the moon inside, he said, "Master."
Mo Yu looked at Mo Si Huang with complicated eyes, and Mo Si Huang casually sneered, "It’s timing, it’s fate. Fated for to give everything for her, yet receive no response—so why struggle?"
Just as he had planned how to et her, yet by chance, she ran off with Feng Huaijin.
Such is the irony of fate.
...
Su Li slept in a daze, vaguely feeling soone seed to be poking her face, as if treating her face like a doughy bun.
Su Li slowly opened her eyes, just hearing Feng Huaijin snicker lightly, "Still sleeping? We’re almost there!"
"Almost there?" Su Li yawned at the words, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and sat up.
Su Li rubbed her eyes and looked out the window, seeing nothing but expanses of white.
The helicopter had already entered An City.
In an instant, Su Li woke up.
Almost there.
Su Li’s small face suddenly wrinkled, softly asking, "Mr. Qi, directly to your ho?"
Feng Huaijin calmly corrected, "Wrong, it’s the Feng Family old mansion."
Su Li was startled, suddenly realizing the aning of Feng Huaijin’s words. Isn’t the ho in his heart the Feng Family old mansion?
As they were about to reach their destination, Su Li’s heart suddenly raced with deep apprehension.
Would it be inappropriate for her to follow Feng Huaijin to the Feng Family?
Would anyone be displeased?
As these various thoughts sprang forth, the helicopter flew towards a very vast northern gardenland. From the outside, the Feng Family old mansion appeared majestic and atmospheric, yet noble and magnificent, uniquely situated between natural landscapes.
Su Li looked on in silent alarm, indeed, the Feng Family is an aristocracy of An City.
As Su Li was studying this, she saw the helicopter slowly land on a certain helipad of the Feng Family.
"Seventh Young Master, welco back, wish you a happy New Year’s Eve." The butler waiting on the helipad smiled and stepped forward.
The butler dressed in a black Zhongshan suit was stunned upon seeing Su Li following Feng Huaijin.
... Who is this young lady?
Feng Huaijin exited the helicopter, sowhat awkwardly extending his hand towards Su Li.
Su Li blinked in surprise, obediently placing her hand in his large palm, holding his hand to smoothly step down from the helicopter.
Butler: "...?"
Who is this young lady? The Seventh Young Master personally helped her down, is this helicopter too high? Afraid she might fall?
Su Li glanced at the stunned butler, smilingly greeted, "Hi, I am..."
Feng Huaijin tugged with his long arm and said indifferently, "Follow ."
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