At this moment, Leng Sichen could only see the small woman in his arms, strong on the outside but fragile inside, rather than the journalists. His heart was moved by her subconscious need and dependence.
This time, he should really thank Bai Qianning; otherwise, he almost felt entirely worthless, nearly losing the courage to persist...
Feeling the woman's body relax in his arms, finally fainting from exhaustion, Leng Sichen's gaze tightened, and he quickly lifted her into his embrace.
Liang Qian, who had been waiting there, immediately opened the car door.
Two bodyguards in black blocked the journalists who were almost madly pouncing.
Leng Sichen carefully placed Xia Yuxun into the car and walked out again moments later.
It seemed he had something to say.
The journalists rioted, but because of Leng Sichen's powerful presence, they dared not get too close, all standing two steps away, waiting for him to speak.
In an instant, countless microphones were thrust in his face.
