Gong Heng, with his beautiful wife in his arms and his adorable little daughter, a family of three joyously boarded the flight home.
The old man didn't give him any trouble.
No, to be precise, he didn't dare to give him any trouble.
Because, if he wanted, he could destroy the connections accumulated by the Xuanyuan Family over a thousand years in just minutes, turning all their glory into nothing.
With so many assassination experts in his hands, a single command from him could erase all factions within the Xuanyuan Family within a month.
The old man simply didn't dare to trouble him.
Nor could he do anything to him.
Mu Mian felt at ease only after she and Gong Heng had boarded the plane and it had taken off. Lying in Gong Heng's arms, listening to his heartbeat, she felt this was already a luxury.
"I didn't expect we would leave so easily," she murmured.
Gong Heng smiled confidently, "Don't worry, you have me."