London Port International Airport.
Five cars drove onto the tarmac one after another.
Li Qiao's phone rang just then, she glanced at the caller ID and slid to answer.
From the other end, Xiao Yehui's voice came through, indifferent, "Leaving now?"
Li Qiao eyed the rearview mirror, her smile not quite reaching her eyes, "Why didn't you make a move on the way here?"
On their way here, they had been followed by three minivans and two Bentleys.
At this moment, those vehicles were blocking the entrance to the tarmac.
On the phone, Xiao Yehui chuckled briefly, "They just want to take Ningning back, taking action is pointless."
"It's not pointless," Li Qiao, her arm resting on the car window, coolly revealed, "You just don't dare to stop the Royal Family's convoy."
Xiao Yehui's breathing deepened for a moment, then he closed his eyes, "Xiao Qi, you've said before that disaster shouldn't extend to family; I trust you understand my intention."
