He didn't need any bodyguard agency, yet he specifically hired Nie Yixiao's company; it was clearly intentional.
Meanwhile, Huo Zhenyang's sharp hawk-like eyes bore into her with such intensity, it felt as though he could draw her in through the crowd.
Jiayi came to her senses and avoided his gaze, her tone nonchalant, "Then I'm leaving, Brother Yixiao."
Just as she was about to turn around, she heard Huo Zhenyang's arrogant and magnetic voice rise:
"Mr. Nie, please take your subordinate and go greet my friend inside."
As the bodyguard agency on retainer, Nie Yixiao of course knew in advance that someone was accompanying Huo Zhenyang back to Yunling from Mexico.
Nie Yixiao glanced at Jiayi who had walked away and led his subordinates into the VIP passage.
*
The private jet lay quietly on the tarmac.
The cabin door was open.
On the airstairs, a delicately beautiful figure looked around curiously, and seeing the bodyguard agency's personnel approaching, she descended nimbly.
