The car he drove was quite low-key; it was a Lancia borrowed from an Italian Mercedes employee.
Once Qin Miao actually saw Qimeng in person, he finally understood why the girl couldn't wait another day.
Even though Qin Miao was fully geared up, he was sure that even if his own mother stood right in front of him, she might not recognize him.
Yet, as soon as Qimeng stepped out of the airport, her first glance locked onto Qin Miao, who wasn't particularly noticeable in the crowd, and she trotted towards him while dragging her luggage behind her.
Then, like a young swallow returning to her nest, Qimeng collided directly into Qin Miao's arms, giving him a full embrace.
Fortunately, Qin Miao had always maintained his fitness; otherwise, that head-on collision from Qimeng might have given him an internal injury.
"Hey hey, take it easy, what's up with this?" Qin Miao patted Qimeng's head, still somewhat puzzled by her situation.
