Stolen Life of the Poor Girl, Top Luxury Family's Group Favor

Mu Rongfeng stayed at the Zhang residence for a full half hour.

"Alright, I understand. You may leave now," Old Mr. Zhang said indifferently.

Mu Rongfeng glanced at his expression.

His face was cold.

But no extra emotions could be detected.

"Old Mr. Zhang..."

"Mr. Mu, you've said enough. Please."

Mu Rongfeng inwardly sighed. Aging makes one shrewd, and getting him to directly express his stance wasn't easy.

But involving his only granddaughter, and he could still remain so calm...

Mu Rongfeng shook his head secretly and turned to leave.

"Take your gifts with you," Old Mr. Zhang said, glancing at the gifts piled at his feet.

Mu Rongfeng felt uncertain: "Old Mr. Zhang, these are gifts for you and Xiao Ya..."

"We are not related, so why give gifts? Take them back." Old Mr. Zhang's attitude was firm.

Mu Rongfeng had no choice.

Even if they were successful in business, they still had to be wary of someone like Old Mr. Zhang.

He bent down to pick up the gifts and heard Old Mr. Zhang say, "I don't want this matter spread from your mouth all over."

Mu Rongfeng's eyes flickered.

From this, it seemed Old Mr. Zhang was still angry.

And knew this was an "affection" that shouldn't be tolerated.

Mu Rongfeng nodded, then heard Old Mr. Zhang say, "After all, this is an insult to the Sheng family."

An insult?

That's how Old Mr. Zhang defined it?

Mu Rongfeng's expression changed slightly, but he knew further discussion was pointless, so he quickly left.

Only after Mu Rongfeng's figure disappeared completely outside the door did Old Mr. Zhang frown and ask his secretary, "Xiao Ya should be at the airport by now, right?"

"Yes."

"Call Young Master Sheng and invite him for lunch. By then, Xiao Ya should have boarded the plane..."

"You want to..." The secretary showed a hint of anxiety.

Old Mr. Zhang murmured, "We watched that show from start to finish overnight. I know very well if the Sheng family had ulterior motives. But... there's another matter to ask about, to inquire carefully."

When Sheng Yuxiao received the call, he sensed the tone on the other end was off.

"Alright, please tell Grandpa Zhang I will be there on time."

He put away his phone and turned to his secretary, Lin Secretary: "Cancel the lunch appointment with the CEO of Yapa."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sheng Yuxiao's phone rang again.

"Hello, Uncle Xu," it was Xu Ji.

Xu Ji on the other end: "I finally came back, why did Big Duck leave? Is she dissatisfied with you? Shouldn't be. That day you left, she also managed to anger Mu Rongfeng..."

"Everyone's gone, even Xu Ruying left with her boyfriend for a trip to New Zealand. Your uncle and aunt also left..."

Xu Ji voiced the dissatisfaction of an old widower.

But Sheng Yuxiao's brows instantly furrowed: "Uncle and Aunt left? Where to?"

"For research needs, the Amazon River, and they're also going to collect an award." Xu Ji said.

Sheng Yuxiao suddenly stood up: "I told them before, not to move recently. The one who met Li Qingqing hasn't been caught yet..."

He had been in hiding for seven years, suddenly reappearing.

Sheng Yuxiao's first reaction was that he might be up to something again.

"They believe, you can't give up normal life just because of a prophecy that may never come. They believe in science, not superstition."

Xu Ji paused, then somewhat discontentedly said: "So I suggested they take me to the Amazon River, I'm quite interested in raising some piranhas. But they refused, saying if they really got into trouble, they'd die faster with me around."

Sheng Yuxiao: "..."

"I'll go to an appointment first, if Uncle calls to report safety..."

"Yeah, I'll let you know." Xu Ji hung up and discussed with his secretary: "Let's go to Abu Dhabi to raise lions instead."

Although the two calls were not too pleasant, Sheng Yuxiao still methodically finished his work.

Then, as he said, he arrived on time at the Zhang residence.

Sheng Yuxiao and Qin Sui had both been to the Zhang residence many times.

In fact, they were quite familiar with each other.

This was why Old Mr. Zhang chose to let Mu Rongfeng leave first.

After all, they were all "insiders," and no matter what conflicts arose next, it wasn't for an outsider to watch.

Sheng Yuxiao took off his suit jacket, hung it on the handrail, and politely greeted, "How is Grandpa Zhang's health recently?"

Others might say, "Thanks to you, today is not so good."

But Old Mr. Zhang didn't bother with that.

He opened with a question: "Do you like Xiao Ya? Mu Rongfeng said you want to marry Xiao Ya."

Sheng Yuxiao abruptly turned his head, the surrounding sounds almost disappearing, a giant boulder pressing down, with Old Mr. Zhang's straightforward question echoing in his ears.

*

Ten long hours passed.

Xu Ji received a call from Xu Ruying's parents: "The plane just landed in Los Angeles, reporting safety. Next, we'll switch to South American Airlines."

"Sounds troublesome, private jets are so convenient."

"Can't always take your private jet, there are so many colleagues."

"Alright."

Xu Ji hung up and called his nephew, but no one answered.

"What's he doing?" Xu Ji muttered, "Let's go, we'll fly to Abu Dhabi now, so when he calls back, he'll know what it feels like when no one answers."

Secretary: "…Alright, sir."

Meanwhile.

Zhang Ruoshui boarded the plane.

Before takeoff, she called Kemuning: "Kemuning, I bought you a souvenir at the transfer point."

"Still need to transfer? I'll have the pilot fly the plane to pick you up?"

Zhang Ruoshui calmly asked him: "Kemuning, what plane did you take when you came?"

"A former military plane, now civilian, you've ridden it."

Military planes prioritize transportation, and the internal environment is imaginable.

And pilots who fly such planes are usually very wild.

Zhang Ruoshui sighed: "I don't want to, I don't want to be as shaken as last time, my butt will be in eight pieces."

"…" Kemuning was unyielding, still wanted to argue that it was the Hua Country's soil that wasn't nourishing enough, if she stayed with him, she could handle even fighter jets!

But Zhang Ruoshui had already said goodbye.

Kemuning thought about whether he could still receive the souvenir, and finally said: "Alright, goodbye."

The plane soon took off.

Ascending, reaching the predetermined altitude.

The flight attendant came to first class and asked: "Hello, I will be serving you throughout the journey, here is our beverage list, may I ask…"

Before the flight attendant finished.

The flight attendant behind first shouted: "Hey, sir, this is first class, your seat isn't here, please step out…"

A tall, unkempt middle-aged man with a beard appeared in the cabin.

He croaked: "I'm looking for someone."

"Who are you looking for? I'll help you make an announcement, please step out first…"

The flight attendant's voice abruptly stopped, turning into a scream.

Everyone was startled and turned to see the man grab the flight attendant in front of him by the neck.

The man spoke again, his voice hoarse, but this time he didn't speak English.

"I'm looking for… Li Xiaoya."