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Mo Qiansu and the staff from JY arrived at Charles de Gaulle International Airport in Paris at a little after four in the morning.
In D Country, it was eleven at night.
After turning on her phone, Mo Qiansu called the Little Demon King again, but still, no one answered.
At this time, the Little Demon King would have already been asleep.
But now that he was at someone else's place, without her by his side, could he still sleep so soundly?
Mo Qiansu felt an unspeakable bitterness in her heart, like she had raised a son for many years only to have him kidnapped.
They reached the hotel by five in the morning.
"Qiansu, this is your room card. Get some rest, we'll head to the shoot at eight," an assistant designer said, handing Mo Qiansu a room card and instructing her.
"Alright."
Mo Qiansu had a room to herself. She had only dozed off for a bit on the plane, and because of the Little Demon King, she felt too unsettled to feel any drowsiness.
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