Maybe Jun Mo had taken the wrong medication.
Xiao Hang thought so.
No matter why Jun Mo arranged things this way, the beneficiary was him, Xiao Hang.
A Mercedes was parked at the entrance of Celebrity Apartments, and the man inside was quietly watching the complex.
He was dressed in casual clothes, yet it couldn't hide his naturally composed and distinguished aura. His trunk was packed with a variety of foods he had brought from home.
When he saw Le Qingqing driving out, his eyes softened, then his handsome face became serious again, and he stepped out of the car with his usual composure and a bit of chillness, as always.
Le Qingqing stopped the car abruptly upon seeing him.
"President?"
