Leng Qing hurriedly shut his mouth.
...
Leng Qing drove the car to the entrance of the community and stopped. Luo Xiao leaned back in the seat with his eyes closed, and Leng Qing said nothing either. After waiting for a short while, several cars drove up and surrounded their vehicle in the center.
Afterwards, a royal blue Bugatti Veyron sped over from the intersection, coming to a stop horizontally at the community entrance.
Leng Qing was startled, his hands sweating with fear. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, "Young Master, this..."
Luo Xiao said nothing, opened the car door, and got out.
Leng Qing quickly followed, "Young Master!"
The door of the Bugatti Veyron was pushed open, and Mo Nanjue stepped out in a black trench coat, leather boots on his long legs, clearly having just come straight from the airport. The man's handsome face was gloomy, and he took large strides. As soon as Luo Xiao looked up, his collar was grabbed, "Where is she?!"
