After he had waited two hours at the airport, Ling Yun was suddenly startled by someone tapping him on the shoulder, and he immediately turned to the person.
"Are you Mo Chen?" The old woman, who was none other than Liu Qiyue's mother, asked him, and she looked at Ling Yin curiously. 'How did my daughter get to know a man as young as him? Moreover, he is a young cultivator, and she even insisted on going to Hangzhou just to see him one last time.'
"Where is Qiyue, Aunt?" Ling Yun asked back as he nodded.
Since the old woman referred to him as Mo Chen, Ling Yun was sure she had some relationship with Liu Qiyue. Moreover, not everyone knew about his pseudonym except for his customers and women, and he was waiting at the airport just to pick her up.