Rejected Directly, And Said Nie Qixing Had a Stain

Qiao Nian did not overthink. She picked up her baseball cap and put it on. "Wait a moment. I'll change my clothes."

**

An hour later.

A small private plane quietly landed in the airport terminal of Continent M.

The ground crew was already waiting. A car was specially parked beside the runway.

It could be said to be against the rules.

However, it could also be seen that the person's identity was extraordinary.

Ten minutes later, the cabin door opened.

A group of people came down one after another. Among them was an old man in his seventies, with especially eye-catching white hair. His posture was straight, and he did not let anyone help him as he steadily walked down the stairs.

As for the large group getting off the plane with grandiosity, if one took a closer look, one would realize they were actually surrounding this old man.

Everyone's attention was on the old man.