Jin Rong nodded to Xi Luo and turned to head towards the parking lot.
His visit to Myanmar this time was just to take care of some business.
Now that the job was done, he needed to quickly return to South Sea to see the snow and his daughter.
Xi Luo watched Jin Rong's figure, a hint of amusement in her eye, "Aren't you going to see him off?"
Zong Zhan put one hand on his hip, pulled a cigarette from his pants pocket to his mouth, and glanced at her sideways, "You're plotting against me in your head again, aren't you?"
This woman was too cunning; every time she schemed against someone, she laughed particularly brightly.
Xi Luo tugged at her ponytail and motioned in the direction Jin Rong left, "You two make quite a pair."
Zong Zhan choked on the smoke in his throat, quickly put a fist to his lips to cough a few times, and his eyes turned chilly, "Damn, you really dare to say that!"
Is her head full of rotten paint?
