The flight touched down at Beijing in the evening and a crowd soon erupted at the entrance along with a group of media reporters to barrage the crew with their back to back questions. However, the crew denied to give any comments and headed straight towards their booked cabs.
"So lover boy, ready to meet your new fate?" Mingshen put his hand on his shoulder and squeezed it a little tightly.
Dong Haoyu didn't show any expression and simply remained quiet as if he was ready to face whatever awaited him.
Chow Mey fiercely stood in between. "What-what are you going to do with him? Are you going to keep him like a prisoner? Will you k-ki…"
She didn't have the heart to utter the word 'kill.'
"Ah so very heart touching. If I had to kill him, I wouldn't have let him have the joyful ride back with you here. He would have been buried back in Tianjin only," he gave a bored smile.
She bit her lip hard, uncertain of his plans.