The next morning.
The sun had just risen. Lin Hanxing stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in black silk pajamas, bathed in the morning light.
A firm embrace suddenly appeared behind her and pulled her into his arms.
Lin Hanxing naturally leaned over.
"Looking at the time, the dog's head should be landing in the capital."
She said.
"Yes."
Thunder owl rested his chin on the top of her head.
"The game has begun."
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Beijing, International Airport.
The special passage had already been applied for and reported in advance. When long qingru's group appeared in Pu Wei, it really caused people to look at them for a long time. Their posture made people mistakenly think that some important international figure was about to appear.
The waiting time was especially long.
In the private lounge, long qingru was a little uneasy.
"Is there really no movement from Lin xiaojiu's side?"
