Shen Qing ignored it. After coming out of the cubicle, the dark-haired woman was still standing by the sink.
It seems that he is waiting for someone.
Shen Qing walked over to wash her hands, and the person in the mirror was seductive and charming.
The dark-skinned woman glanced at her through the mirror and said, "Miss Xia, there's something about Hans. Please come with us."
Shen Qing raised his eyebrows in front of the mirror, looking bold and alluring.
"What is Hans?" Shen Qing turned around. The woman was taller than her, so she had to hold her head up.
There was a fierce light in his eyes, and his aura overwhelmed the dark-skinned woman.
The woman paused, knowing that Miss Xia was not a good person, otherwise she would not have harmed Hans like that.
"Since Miss Xia won't cooperate, don't blame me for being rude."
The woman narrowed her eyes, clenched her fists and swung them at Shen Qing.
She had seen Miss Xia's training. Her shooting skills were accurate and her fighting moves were very flexible, but her strength was obviously insufficient compared to hers.
The bathroom is small, and here she is 100% confident that Miss Xia will never be her opponent.
Shen Qing was not panicked at all and easily caught the woman’s fist.
"Ah..." The woman was startled. She couldn't pull her fist out of the other person's hand at all.
"You...you are not Xia!" The woman suddenly came to her senses and attacked with her legs.
"Idiot." Shen Qing narrowed his eyes, glanced at her, and before her leg kicked over, he kicked her in the lower abdomen.
Heishuo fell to the ground, and the cold floor hit his back, causing a burning pain.
Shen Qing smiled, squatted down, and took out a knife from his body, "So what?"
The cold blade of the knife, pressed against the woman's dark face, made the knife look even brighter.
The dark-haired woman only now realized that they were in the same group.
A fierce gleam flashed in his eyes, "Hans's matter has something to do with you too, right?"
Shen Qing didn't seem to listen to her. He held the knife in one hand, slid it down little by little, and finally put it against the woman's neck.
"You said, my blade is not sharp?" Shen Qing raised his eyebrows, his every frown and smile showing his elegance.
The woman's eyes froze and her whole body became extremely stiff. She believed that if the person in front of her exerted a little force, the knife would pierce her skin and cut her throat.
"Let me go, Beifu won't bother you." The woman swallowed her saliva. The cold tip of the knife cut a little flesh, and the pain from her neck made her thinking much clearer.
Shen Qing smiled and slowly pressed the knife down. The woman's eyes were full of disbelief. She felt liquid sliding down her neck and she was really panicked.
"The Heavenly Dog didn't say anything, what do you think you are, the Northern Palace?"
Shen Qing put away the knife. The blade was clean and not stained with much blood.
"Go back and tell Kelton that if you want to live, be more restrained." Shen Qing took out a tissue and gently wiped the knife.
The dark-skinned woman paused, looked at her warily, covered her belly, and crawled away.
A woman in casual clothes and a black hat was standing outside. When she saw the black-haired woman leave, she clicked her tongue and strode into the bathroom.
"Solved?" Xia Mang smiled and looked at the woman washing her hands in front of the mirror.
I really don't understand. Although this person in front of me is as beautiful as her, her figure has shrunk by at least half. Are the people in the Northern Palace blind? How could they recognize the wrong person?!
Shen Qing turned around and saw Xia Mang's eyes were fixed on her, "What are you looking at?"
"How come you've only grown taller in the past few years? Where else are you, tsk tsk tsk..."
Shen Qing followed her gaze and glanced down, his face dark, and he walked straight out of the bathroom.
"Hey, wait for me." Xia Mang hurriedly followed.
**
Shen Qing and Xia Mang changed their flights and took their seats. Xia Mang kept muttering to herself.
"I'm going to buy a private jet when I get back. This airline industry is so crappy. It's killing me to wait for people."
"Hey, Qingqing, you are so rich, why don't you buy it?"
Xia Mang tapped the back of Shen Qing's hand. He was the chief of DL, a master whose paintings were worth thousands of gold, and also the feared Li Goudan in the world.
It would be unworthy of her status if she didn't have a dedicated plane.
"Isn't it good to live an ordinary life?" Shen Qing squinted his eyes and said lightly.
Xia Mang was stunned and smiled bitterly, "It has come to this, how can there be any ordinary days anymore."
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