“Yes, it’s President Qin!” The man laughed, his eyes dreaded but unwilling, “I see Miss Jiang alone here, just trying to send her back.”
“No need.” Charles Qin glanced down at the half-stuck person in her arms. Fortunately, she sent a text message to Michael early, but fortunately they arrived in time, otherwise, the old man was really tricky.
However, those who dared to touch him, Charles Qin’s eyes narrowed, should be prepared to be responsible.
No longer caring for men, Charles Qin hugged Lily Jiang and quickly walked away from the clubhouse. Michael left to deal with those videos that might capture Lily Jiang.
Put the person flat on the back seat, take out his coat and put it on her, Charles Qin contacted while driving.
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