After hanging up the phone, Ling Chen returned to the room and saw Zhu Xiaozhu walking out with an exquisitely small suitcase in hand.
"What's this..." Before he finished speaking, he immediately remembered that Zhu Xiaozhu had a flight to catch back to Beijing today. "Let me take you," he said, reaching out to take the suitcase, ready to go out and hail a taxi.
"Ling Chen, where are you two going?" Just at that moment, He Ziyun walked out from the lobby.
"I'm taking Xiaozhu to the airport, will be back soon."
"There's no need to go through all that trouble. It's hard to call for a taxi around here; there's a car in the warehouse in the back, it's been lying there unused, you can just drive her there."
"A car?" Ling Chen's heart leapt with joy, driving there himself was the best option. He immediately followed He Ziyun's steps to the Martial Arts Academy's backyard. He had never been to the backyard before; it was filled with clutter, and rarely did anyone come.
