Meanwhile, at South Sea International Airport.
The private plane owned by Yan Emperor was waiting on the tarmac for takeoff clearance.
Inside the cabin, Liuyun sat by the window, his rigidly handsome face wearing a peculiar expression as he looked at his phone screen.
After a moment, he cast a deep glance at the man opposite him, stood up, and handed over his phone, "Master, take a look at this."
At that time, Shang Yu was leaning against a long sofa, resting with his eyes closed.
His long legs in dress pants were crossed in front of him, his hands resting on the back of the sofa in a relaxed and comfortable pose.
Hearing the sound, Shang Yu slowly lifted his eyelids, the corners of his eyes curving slightly, exuding a touch of languor.
Seeing this, Liuyun tapped the screen and said in a measured tone, "I received a text message, I've checked, it's... from Miss Li."
