Selling The Company

"Mommy ~" After the plane took off, even though Qin Wenqian was wearing a seat belt, she still tilted her head and leaned on Xian Guiying's arm, blinking as she said, "Are we still going to fly for a long time? When are we going to get home?"

Although the child didn't remember much about what happened a year ago, she still had an impression of Qin Gengxin's villa. If she saw two servants in the villa, she would definitely remember them.

But unfortunately, they will not return there.

"About 7 a.m, we are going to arrive in Boston. You have to sleep on the plane tonight." Wei Zhengsheng covered the mother-daughter pairs with blankets from his seat.

Xian Guiying rubbed her daughter's head, coaxing her to sleep. She then looked at Wei Zhengsheng. "You can go back to the city tomorrow. You don't have to follow us to the hotel."