Just like on the way there, after a nap, Ye Ranran arrived, yawning and slowly getting dressed.
"I’m going to the restroom," Ye Ranran rubbed her eyes.
She estimated that she must look terrible now and needed to freshen up, otherwise, she would be unfit to be seen.
As soon as she entered, a hand clutched her neck.
"Don’t move, or I’ll send you to your death with a single bullet," Song Yue pressed a gun against Ye Ranran’s waist.
Ye Ranran didn’t panic: "How did you calculate so accurately?"
"Not accurate, just prepared in advance." She had been waiting there for so ti, simply entering ahead of ti when she saw her approaching.
All coincidences were deliberately calculated, otherwise, even the heavens wouldn’t help her.
Looking at the face obscured by hair in the mirror, Ye Ranran’s face bore a sweet smile: "What do you want to do?"
"Go change your clothes." Song Yue threw a set of cleaner’s clothes to Ye Ranran.
Ye Ranran obediently put on the clothes; she had no choice but to comply with a gun pointed at her.
After changing, Song Yue drew closer, holding her arm with the hand that held the gun and kept the muzzle against her waist, appearing to anyone casually observing as if they were intimately walking together.
She put a hat on Ye Ranran and covered half of her face with hair.
On the way out, she deliberately said to her, "The restroom corridor over there is blocked, let’s go check it out."
Ye Ranran followed her instructions, obediently hanging her head low.
One had been waiting outside, and after not seeing Ye Ranran for a long ti, he felt sothing was amiss, dialed her phone, and got no answer.
Panic crept into his heart and he could not care for anything else, rushing into the won’s restroom.
No one was inside, he searched each stall, but they were all empty, without any sign of Ye Ranran.
He dialed her phone again, this ti finding Ye Ranran’s cell phone in a trash bin.
anwhile, Song Yue had already taken Ye Ranran out of the airport.
As they brushed past Jun Mochan, when she saw that graceful and elegant figure, she looked up.
Song Yue imdiately pushed her head down: "What are you looking at? Don’t look."
She stuffed Ye Ranran into a van, closed the door, and the van sped away.
The person waiting above imdiately tied up Ye Ranran’s hands.
"Young master, the young mistress is gone," One reported to Jun Mochan.
Jun Mochan’s heartbeat stopped for a second, for a mont, he felt as though he couldn’t breathe.
"Pull up the airport surveillance, lock down the airport, no one gets out, hurry," Jun Mochan ordered the people around him, while walking towards the surveillance room.
Obviously, there would be no footage of the inside of the restroom, he repeatedly watched the video at the entrance of the restroom, quickly freezing the fra on two cleaners coming out.
"Find these two cleaners."
Soon, the airport director was sweating profusely as he said, "There, there are no such people."
In a very short amount of ti, Jun Mochan had reviewed all the surveillance footage, and when he saw those two people walking out the door, brushing past himself, his eyes narrowed, his face exceedingly grim.
Before he had seen it, he still harbored a sliver of hope, but upon witnessing it, the last bit of hope in his heart vanished.
"Even if I have to search every crevice, I will find Song Yue," endless murderous intent swirled around Jun Mochan.
The towering fury made the people around him step back, eventually leaving no one daring to approach.
"Young master, we’ve captured the ones blocking the way," Two ca in from outside.
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