She switched on her phone and sent a message to Xia Chaoqun, indicating that she had arrived in Hong Kong. She had not called Feng Zhongliang and PEI Yi yet.
In order to hide her identity, she blended in with the crowd on the other flight.
Among the passengers who were lugging their luggage, Jiang se was carrying a small bag. Even though she was wearing a mask and her hair was covering her face, her tall and thin figure and outstanding aura still made her rather eye-catching. The pedestrians kept turning to look at her and tried to guess her identity.
She stood outside the airport as the wind blew in her face. It was so cold that she shivered, and it was mixed with a slight chill that penetrated her heart. Under the street lights, the drizzle was like a fog floating in the air that could not be dispersed.
Jiang se was at a loss as to what to do in the crowded airport. She had never felt as lost as she was at this moment.
