Two flights, different directions.
One from Sky Capital to London, another from Lianjiang to Sky Capital.
Using a cliché, it would be fate is like a dung beetle rolling a dung ball, irretrievably moving towards an unknown future. It's only when the dung beetle tastes its masterpiece that it realizes the fate it rolled was poisonous!
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After an awkward, inconvenient urination process, Ren Suo could finally sit down with Dong Chengling and quietly listen to Dong Chengling and Qiao Muyi's explanations.
However, he was clearly daydreaming. As Qiao Muyi spoke, she suddenly asked, "What are you thinking about?"
"It's my first time being supported like this..."
"Ren Suo!" Dong Chengling said sternly, "Did you like that nurse just now?"
