Raising her face, her gaze swiftly searched for the location of the surveillance, then she deliberately walked over, face upturned.
She didn’t know if Leng Zimo had discovered the watch she left behind. To leave a trace, she deliberately moved back and forth under the surveillance camera she could see, hoping to leave more clues for him.
"This won’t work," Luo Ke saw through her thoughts, "I told you... he is dead, not only Leng Zimo, but also Jiao Yang... they are all dead, no one will come to rescue you."
"I also said, I don’t believe it!"
Retorting, Luo Xiaoqian forcefully shook off his hand and turned around to walk forward.
Luo Ke strode to catch up, seized her, and with both support and drag, pulled her back into the plane on the tarmac.
A moment later, the plane continued to take off.
Initially, Luo Xiaoqian sat straight to avoid falling asleep. Later, she was so exhausted that she had to lean back against the chair, then her eyelids began to fight each other. Feeling drowsy, she rubbed her face with her hands and forced herself to look out the window.
The South Korean doctor who was also captured watched her with a pained expression, "Miss Luo, you must rest for a while, don’t forget, you are pregnant!"
Luo Xiaoqian glanced at him and turned her gaze back out the window.
Precisely because she was pregnant, she could not sleep; she couldn’t let this devil Luo Ke seize the opportunity.
Drowsily, she held on for several more hours, and the plane finally landed in Rome.
After leaving the airport by car, Luo Xiaoqian’s spirit was nearing its limit. Finally, she couldn’t hold on any longer and fell asleep leaning against the seat back.
The car passed through Roma City and stopped at a castle in the suburbs.
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