Forgive Me, Su Ji

A few hours later, a reporter captured the duke flying back to Continent M from Continent O overnight. His face was extremely gloomy, and a storm gathered in his every micro-expression.

He refused all interviews, as if he had suddenly turned into the terrifying grim reaper on the battlefield twenty years ago.

At this moment, Miyazawa Rei was sitting in front of the dressing table in a white robe. She did not put on any makeup and looked very haggard.

She pinched her wrist and left a red mark, forcing herself to calm down.

As long as her son was well taken care of, she did not have to worry.

She had never thought that she would one day hand her son back to that person.

However, there was no better way now.

Just a moment ago, the car she had arranged had already sent Miyazawa Ta away. The private jet was flying directly to China…

**

In China, Long Dahai's meeting lasted almost three hours.

The sky was completely dark.