In the modern high-ceilinged, transparent glass-roofed hall, people are coming and going, pushing suitcases or backpacks.

In the waiting area, a person who looked like an assistant handed over boarding passes and other documents. While doing so, he looked around, as if he was afraid of something, and spoke hurriedly.

"Master, the chairman means that you must go out and avoid the limelight now."

"Gangcheng is a good place. There are people there who will take care of it. I'm sure you will like it. Most importantly, it's far away from Jiangcheng, which is very suitable for you."

Sun Quanmu sat on the chair with his legs crossed, looking a little impatient.

Because of the white gauze wrapped around his head, his face was no longer as handsome and respectable as before. His arrogance faded, revealing a bit of embarrassment like a street rat. He reached out and took the things from the assistant, frowned and asked: "Did grandpa tell you how long I would have to hide there?"

The assistant bent down and replied, "The chairman said that he will take you back after everything is settled."

That means there is no date for returning.

Sun Quanmu clicked his tongue and cursed under his breath, feeling very unhappy. However, when he thought of the person who had forced him to escape so quickly that he didn't even have time to pick up his luggage, he swallowed the curse words back into his stomach, and the expression on his gloomy face became distorted and embarrassed.

A boarding reminder sounded over the radio. He didn't dare to linger and impatiently got up and walked towards the boarding gate. But as soon as he looked up, he stopped where he was.

There was a man standing about three or four meters ahead.

He had broad shoulders and a long body. He was very tall and wore a pair of Martin boots. He was wearing a jacket. His shadow was long and slender on the ground. Just standing there, his aggressive-looking face was quite eye-catching in the crowd.

He lowered his eyes and casually played with a coin in his right hand. The two-finger-wide silver coin passed through several fingers, rolled from the thumb to the back of the hand with distinct joints, and then rolled back.

The man moved with ease and played with it beautifully.

The picture is pleasing to the eye.

That is, if he is not blocking the way and at the same time, there are not four or five bodyguards standing behind him.

The bodyguards all had poker faces and waited quietly for the man to play with coins leisurely.

Then, there was a "click" sound, and the coin was thrown high into the air, and after it fell, it was accurately grasped in the palm of the man.

At that moment, the ethereal sound of the coin vibrating with the air fell into Sun Quanmu's ears, just like a cold snake's tongue licking his skin. The shudder rushed to the back of Sun Quanmu's head, making his scalp numb.

The man put down his hands and lazily opened his eyelids, revealing a pair of well-defined phoenix eyes. His gaze was extremely oppressive as it fell on Sun Quanmu.

After a few seconds of silence, he opened his thin lips, seemed to laugh, and uttered a few words slowly, "Can you get away?" - Sun's father, who had sent his son to the airport an hour ago, was still sitting at home anxiously, with a bad premonition entangled in his heart, always feeling that something bad was going to happen.

"Sir, the young master...is back."

At this moment, a servant rushed in and shouted from outside the door.

"What?!"

Father Sun stood up from the sofa with a look of surprise.

"Why are you back?! Didn't I tell this bastard that Jiangcheng is not safe now and that he should stay in Gangcheng?!"

Father Sun did not notice the servant's strange expression and walked outside in a hurry with a frown. At this time, he just thought that his son had not realized the seriousness of the problem and was still nonchalant and did not take it seriously.

He was about to give him a severe reprimand, but unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped out of the hallway, he saw his son being kicked out of a black car and rolling onto the hard ground in front of the iron gate.

"Ah Quan!"

Sun Quanmu groaned in pain.

"Dad! Save me! Save me now!"

"A Quan, what's going on? Didn't you go to the airport?"

Sun's father hurriedly helped his son up from the ground, before Sun Quanmu could answer.

"Mr. Sun, you are a good parent."

A lazy male voice sounded.

Father Sun looked up and saw the shiny door of the Bentley parked behind the black car opened. A pair of Martin boots stepped on the ground and a man in a jacket walked out of the car with a straight posture. The large shadow cast by the man made Father Sun freeze in place and he breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, the Sun family has been doing business in Jiangcheng for so many years and has been around for so long. How could Sun's father not know the man in front of him?

This is the youngest son of the Sheng family, Sheng Xi.

Sure enough, he came to my door.

Father Sun forced himself to calm down, determined not to mention how his son was abducted, and forced a fake smile, "My dear nephew Sheng Xi, the sun rises from the west, how come you have time to visit my humble home today?"

Sheng Xi narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, without showing any unexpected emotion. He even curled the corners of his lips and chuckled in a polite tone, "Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are? Why are you calling me nephew?"

With just one sentence, Sun's father was humiliated.

The smile on Sun's father's face suddenly froze in embarrassment, and he felt even more embarrassed in his heart. He was of the same generation as Sheng Xi's father, after all, they were businessmen in Jiangcheng who saw each other every day. There was nothing wrong with him calling Sheng Xi a junior, but he didn't expect that the other party would not even give him the superficial courtesy.

"Master Sheng Xi."

Father Sun gritted his teeth and changed his address, being respectful to a junior, which made him feel embarrassed. - In the living room.

The servant brought the brewed hot tea and placed it on the coffee table in front of Sheng Xi.

The father and son of the Sun family sat opposite each other on the sofa. Sun Quanmu felt weird. He was in his own home, but he didn't feel safe at all. He couldn't sit still and wanted to leave, but the bodyguards next to him were staring at him fiercely, and he couldn't move.

At this point, Sun's father could no longer play dumb and spoke up.

"Master Sheng Xi, I know the whole story. It's all the fault of this bastard of mine. He was blind and offended Miss Sheng Yuan. Don't worry, I will discipline him severely! He will never dare to do it again!"

As he spoke, Father Sun looked at Sheng Xi's face anxiously.

Sheng Xi replied: "No problem."

Father Sun was stunned and very surprised.

Is it really that easy to talk to?

So he pressed the issue and said several more things, asking Sun Quanmu to personally apologize to Miss Sheng Yuan when the time comes, and to accept any beatings or scolding he might give, as long as he admitted his mistakes sincerely and without any complaints.

Before he finished speaking.

Sheng Xi snapped his fingers, and the bodyguard came forward and handed over a box.

The box was opened, and inside it lay a bottle of red wine. (End of this chapter)