Ou Mingxuan gave a meaningful glance in Tang Jue's direction.
So it wasn't Momo's dad, but Tang Jue's dad.
This is going to be quite the spectacle...
There's definitely going to be a fierce showdown!
Two groups, one standing in front of the helicopter, the other, disheveled, standing in front of the dilapidated little hut, formed a stark contrast.
Tang Zhen's gaze first fell directly on Tang Jue, and in the darkness, the eyes of the father and son met silently, sparks flying.
Even though Tang Jue appeared more disheveled than ever, his eyes were colder than ever before.
In the end, Tang Zhen was the first to concede, slowly moving his gaze away, looking at the woman in Nangong Mo's arms with a complex expression.
Seeing the atmosphere had reached an impasse, Zhao Yingliang hurriedly tried to smooth things over, "Uh, Young Master... and everyone, please get on! There are professional medical staff on the plane!"
