After their lips parted Qie Xieling got his cell phone back. Luo Muchen glanced at Qie Xieling's crew his arm resting on his lover's waist in a possessive manner as though sending out a message.
He kissed Qie Xieling's forehead and let him go. Qie Xieling watched him get into the car and four of the vehicles left following after each other like a presidential motorcade. The other two had men who were going to act as his protection detail.
Qie Xieling beckoned his crew over to the transporter truck. Bo Ailun was the first to rush after tossing his doughnut on his paper plate. The others soon followed ignoring the paparazzi outside the fence taking pictures of them.
Qie Xieling stood beside his sleek truck with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "I thought you wouldn't come today," said Bo Ailun looking at the truck with great interest.