Leng Yan's heart became even more flustered.
He had not expected Tan Qing to also go to Italy this time.
Almost instinctively, he took Wen Nuan's hand and held it tightly, his dark eyes looking at Tan Qing, his thin lips forcing a smile that had a slightly stiff flavor: "Young Master Tan is going too?"
"How coincidental! Young Master Leng is here too. Just now, Nuannuan mentioned that you were on a business trip, so you didn't come to see her off." Tan Qing tried to maintain a slight smile, lowering his eyes a bit, looking at how he tightly held Wen Nuan's hand, suppressing the urge to pull him away. He turned to look at Lin Xue: "Let's go in first, don't let Nuannuan be too late, it's almost time."
He could see her hand making slight struggles, very much wanting to rush up and pull her away.
Now was not the time for him to act impulsively, fighting at the airport would make the headlines of newspapers and magazines tomorrow.
