Qin Xiu had his freedom. If Xia Jinyuan needed to return to the country, he would immediately make arrangements in the car and book a ticket for Xia Jinyuan. After all, he was a staff member of the embassy.
"Yes, take off tomorrow at 9:11 am at Sebe Airport… Yes, make the arrangements as soon as possible. I'll return to Molaban."
Qin Xiu, who was on the phone with the embassy, had elegant eyebrows and a gentle aura. His temperament was clearly cold, but his facial expression was as gentle as jade. This was probably the best interpretation of being polite and distant at the same time.
After ending the call, the gentleness in his elegant eyes dissipated. He looked coldly at Xia Jinyuan, who was still wiping his fingers with a wet tissue. He didn't speak immediately. As Xia Jinyuan's slender fingers moved, his gaze landed on his fingers.
He seemed to have thought of something and pursed his lips.
These hands…