Yan Mo looked up and saw a dark-skinned bald man standing at the elevator entrance.

If it were any other time, she would have asked, but at this moment she was extremely anxious and what she lacked most was time. Yan Mo was sure that he didn't know her, so he ignored her and walked away.

This person is A Biao, who was left behind by Si Ze to protect Yan Mo. For the past half month, he has been following the boss's instructions and protecting him secretly to prevent the young lady from discovering him.

Until just now, he received an order from Assistant Xun, asking him to protect the young lady to go to Jiangcheng.

At this point, the scene just now appeared.

The young mistress didn't give him a chance to explain, so he could only choose to follow behind her.

"Who are you? Why are you following me?" Yan Mo stopped and asked irritably. This man followed her from the elevator entrance to the side of the road. If there weren't people around, she would have suspected that he was a robber. His appearance also fit the bill.

"Hello, Miss Yan. I am sent by Mr. Si to protect you in Jiangcheng." A Biao replied respectfully and took out his ID to identify himself.

"So fast? I spoke to Xun Jiage on the phone, but he didn't tell me." Yan Mo took A Biao's ID. The ID was real, but the speed did make her suspicious. She hadn't even left the building yet, and the bodyguards had already arrived?

It takes no time to get on the road, and the transformation speed is not as fast as this person.

To be on the safe side, Yan Mo contacted Xun Jiage again and was relieved only after confirming that it was someone he sent.

At this time, an empty car passed by and was quickly stopped by A Biao.

The taxi pulled over and A Biao opened the back door for Yan Mo. Yan Mo got in immediately and said to the taxi driver hurriedly, "Pubei Airport, please hurry up."

After A Biao got on the passenger seat, the taxi driver drove quickly to the airport.

She forgot about going home to change clothes, eating dinner, and the cramp in her calf. She only had one thought in mind now, to fly to Si Ze.

Now is the Internet age. In order to save time and avoid queuing at the airport, Yan Mo said to A Biao as soon as she got in the car:

"A Biao, send me your identity information."

After A Biao reported his identity information, Yan Mo simply bought the nearest flight tickets to Xinjiang City for the two of them on the website.