His hand fell on the silver-black suitcase, but his slender fingers suddenly bent slightly and knocked on it. Then, he subconsciously wanted to zip it up tightly. He knew that there was nothing valuable inside, so he was too lazy to set the password.
however, just as his hand touched the zipper, he suddenly felt a warm stream of air brush past his fingertips.
He was stunned and his body tensed up.
At this moment, more wind poured down from the window. It didn't just brush past his fingertips, but also through his entire body. It was as if the faint aura just now was the wind that came from outside the window.
The phone suddenly rang, breaking the thought that he was trying to capture in his mind.
Rong Zhan took out his phone, looked at the caller ID, and answered the call.
He was transferring to another country. When he arrived there, he didn't need to leave from the airport. His own people would have a private plane to pick him up.
