"Dongshu, are your injuries okay?" Wang Dongxu tilted his head and looked at Zhen Dongshu.
"It's okay!" Zhen Dongshu shook his head. He was stabbed in the lower abdomen, but it was nothing serious. It was just a little skin break. It took more than ten stitches and nothing happened. However, Zhen Dongshu said very depressed: "
I always feel that there is something wrong with the sneak attack on us yesterday!"
"Yes!" Wang Dongxu nodded and said, "This matter is indeed very strange, I will find out!"
Then, Wang Dongxu stepped on the accelerator and headed towards Jiaocheng quickly. On the other side, Li Xiaohu's plane landed slowly at the Hong Kong Airport. To go to Japan from Jiangbei City, you have to transfer in Hong Kong, and there is no direct plane. Therefore, Li Xiaohu
Xiaohu had no choice but to get off the plane in Hong Kong. The transfer was not urgent. Since he came to Hong Kong, he naturally wanted to pay a visit to Uncle Zhong.
However, before Li Xiaohu left the airport, as soon as he got off the plane, he saw a row of men in black suits inside the airport. In front of these men, stood a man with a very strong physique. The man had a beard,
A pair of sharp eyes glanced around the audience, and their eyes immediately fell on Li Xiaohu, who was slowly walking down from the plane, and he greeted him with a smile.
"Uncle Zhong!" Li Xiaohu laughed immediately.
"Haha... Xiaohu!" Zhong Qian grinned, stepped forward and hugged Li Xiaohu, saying: "You kid, you didn't even notify me when you came to Hong Kong, someone else told me. If someone else hadn't told me,
I’m afraid you don’t even want to see me?”
"Ah?!" Li Xiaohu was stunned and said with an embarrassed smile: "What's the matter? I thought about going to visit Uncle Zhong before I even got off the plane!"
"You brat, don't make excuses. You don't want to see me, but someone wants to see you!" Zhong Qian chuckled, and then turned his head. The back door of the extended Lincoln car behind him opened, and the man in a black suit bowed, holding his hands
Stick it on the car door, and then say respectfully: "Miss, please get out of the car!"
A sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl got out of the car. Her black hair was spread behind her. A purple lace thread hung a small bunch of hair by her ears. She wore a checkered lace dress outside her red shirt. She was fair-skinned.
Her wrists were covered with beautiful bracelets, and she wore an unadorned silver ring on her little finger. Everything was so luxurious and exquisite, but it didn't feel superfluous or cumbersome at all, as if she was supposed to be dressed like this.
