Chapter 703

Willow said with a determined glint in her eyes, "So, I want to show you the real country—not some polished facade of prosperity, but also far from the prejudiced image in your mind. Mr. Philip, do you dare to see it with me?" Philip's eyes widened slightly, disbelief flickering across his weathered face. "Are you suggesting... we make a run for it?" he asked, his tone laced with incredulity. Willow's lips twitched in exasperation. "A run for it? That sounds downright criminal!" The elderly man scratched his head, digging through his rusty Mandarin vocabulary before offering an alternative: "An elopement, then?" "Pfft—*cough* *cough*!" Willow choked on her water, nearly spraying it across the car. She shot him a withering look, her cheeks flushed. "Mr. Philip, you're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" Philip merely huffed and turned to gaze out the window, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. *Serves you right, little missy, acting all high and mighty like you’ve got the world fi