บท 144: Intense Boyfriend or Feudal Family Head?

The exit of Fuzhou's Gaoqi Airport was packed like a beehive, as if it was a holiday. In the middle of the bustling crowd, however, a man and a woman, who looked like a couple and yet not, stood out prominently like cranes among chickens, attracting the attention of passersby.

The man was in his early twenties. Tall and straight, he had a majestic, cold face and an extraordinary bearing, and exuded an aloof and indifferent aura from head to toe.

But it was this cold, untouchable-looking man who was holding a petite, dainty little girl in his arms. The man's iron arms were wrapped around her shoulders, and he looked like he was going to pull her into his arms with his protective stance. One could vaguely make out half of her fair, snow-like face and delicate features with red lips and white teeth.