"Sunan's richest man!" Song Yun looked at the middle-aged man with a trace of surprise. This man was the wealthiest person in all of Sunan, Xin Dong. He had seen him at a charity gala before, but the man didn't take much of an interest in him. After exchanging a few words and leaving a phone number, there was no further contact. What was he doing here today?
From the airport terminal walked out a man as unfairly handsome as himself, casually pulling along a piece of luggage, a faint smile on his face.
"Qingluan," Xin Dong called out with a smile.
Song Yun's pupils shrank suddenly.
"Qingluan?" Song Yun's brow furrowed imperceptibly. Then he grabbed Shen Yan and asked, "Is the hotel booked?"
"It's booked, right in the center of Sunan City. Let's go, I only asked you to come and pick me up, you've got to get your buddy to the hotel safely."
