"Qingqing, can we set off now?" Xiao Hang, seeing that Jun Mo merely nodded coldly without responding, did not want to interact with Jun Mo too much. He turned to Le Qingqing beside him and spoke, Le Qingqing looked at Jun Mo, who was staring back at her with deep pools in his eyes.
Xiao Hang had hidden worries and panic inside him; every time Jun Mo appeared Le Qingqing always instinctively paid attention to him. He knew that during the five years he was gone, Le Qingqing spent almost every day with Jun Mo, and habits formed over such a time aren't easily broken. But he and Le Qingqing had known each other for more than a decade, two decades even; by all rights, Qingqing should be more accustomed to him, but…
"We can go." Le Qingqing withdrew her gaze from Jun Mo and smiled faintly at Xiao Hang, nodding, then she said to Jun Mo, "President, we'll be leaving first."
With that, she took Xiao Hang's hand and turned to leave.
