Lu Feng's eyes sparkled, "Wow, so cool, my dream back then was to become a soldier, but unfortunately, my old man wouldn't allow it."
Leng Youchen glanced at him, holding Wei Anning tightly as he strode onto the plane. As the plane took off, his heart finally settled back in place. He looked down at the woman in his arms, gently stroking her head with his fingers.
"Wife, we're going home."
At two o'clock in the morning that night, in the palace, there was a sudden loud noise. The high-quality blue and white porcelain tea set, which had been around for years, was completely overturned on the ground, shattering into pieces. "What did you say?"
The trusted aide kneeling on the ground dared not look up and said tremblingly, "The people we sent out were completely wiped out; not a single one survived, and the special plane has already taken off on time."
The King of Country S gritted his teeth in hatred, "Our plan was so meticulous, how did she manage to escape?"
