He must be more careful so as to not offend people in the capital.
But he hadn't even left Nanjiang and someone was already making him embarrassed. Private plane? When did Nanjiang have private planes?
He asked, "Where did it come from?"
"The capital."
The capital? At least that seemed more reasonable. He couldn't help but ask again, "Who is it?"
"I don't know," the air stewardess said. "I'll ask again."
"Okay." Sheng Donglin nodded.
After the air stewardess left, he looked out the window and the plane had come to a stop. He got up and walked to the window and watched the plane slowly lower the stair ramp. A man wearing a suit and leather shoes came out escorted by some others. After the group of people got off the plane, they didn't hurry away. They stood there in the open space beside the plane. Someone opened an umbrella for the man in the leather shoes.
