He was actually caught by the old man and taken to the Northwest District, almost driving him mad.
Meng Ping felt that his title as the Demon Lord of Mayhem was pletely wasted, as it didn’t have any effect at the critical moment. Not being able to rescue Sheng Ning immediately was even more distressing than getting beaten up.
"Boss, why don’t you just bow your head to your old man?" The little fat man shrank his body, but he was already almost twice the size of Meng Ping, so hiding behind Meng Ping was pletely futile.
The view was crystal clear from the opposite side to Meng Xingzhi. Not only that, but it made Shen Feihu laugh.
"This little fat man has been like this since he was young, hasn’t changed until now."
As they were talking, Su Jiang had already walked to the steps of the plane, and happened to lock eyes with Sheng Ning, who was the last to e out.
"Uncle!" Sheng Ning was overjoyed to see Su Jiang, and her exclamation immediately drew everyone’s attention. Although there were no banners, no flowers, no enthusiastic applause, she had so much more.
"Ningning." Despite being middle-aged, Su Jiang swiftly sprang up in two or three steps, and just as he was about to reach his well-behaved niece, someone interfered and shoved him aside.
Fortunately, Su Huai’an had quick reflexes; otherwise, Su Jiang would have fallen for sure.
Shen Feihu covered his eyes, "It’s over, it’s over, a son pays for his father’s debt. President, why don’t you just kick Meng Ping out of the family!" Too much troublemaking.
That nest of foxes, is it really to be offended?
Sheng Ning only felt darkness before her eyes, followed by the thumping sound of a heartbeat in her ears. It was then she realized she was being hugged. If this had happened in the past, she’d be angry enough to stab the person, but having spent so much time in the country M, she inevitably picked up some of the greeting customs there.
So she just reached out to gesture for the person to let go. Yet there was no reaction at all from the other side, and the hug became even tighter. At this point, Sheng Ning was truly unhappy and forcefully stepped on Meng Ping’s foot, making him reluctantly let go under the sting of pain.
Once Sheng Ning saw clearly that it was Meng Ping hugging her, her face turned pale with anger.
"Ningning, you’re finally back." Meng Ping flashed her a charming smile with a tinge of guilt on his handsome face, "I’m sorry, I couldn’t e to M country to find you, I’m useless."
Sheng Ning heaved a long sigh, let it be, so much time had passed, and she had already forgotten. Since she forgot, seeing an old friend again should not be something to hold a grudge over.
"No need to say sorry." She said coldly.
A flicker of hurt flashed across Meng Ping’s eyes. He decided not to fight the Living Yama for her anymore; he hoped she would live well. As long as she was happy, nothing else mattered to him.
But seeing her cold attitude, his heart still ached unbearably.
Meng Ping slightly squinted his eyes. Just as the little fat man worried that he might erupt in anger, he merely smiled slightly. "Wele back. I’m really glad to see you’re safe and sound."
"Thank you!" Sheng Ning replied in a courteous but distant manner.
The little fat man stuck to Su Jiang, carefully tugging Meng Ping’s clothes, "Boss, let’s go home!" He was worried if they didn’t leave now, the boss might cry in front of so many people.
Meng Xingzhi watched his son from a distance, frowning. The intention to scold him had already dissipated.
"Then I’ll go first. Once you’re rested, I have arranged a wele banquet for you. Be sure to attend with the Living Yama." Meng Ping invited formally, leaving Sheng Ning no room to refuse.
Because he didn’t just mention her, but also the Living Yama. Their relationship with the guests was something she understood well.
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