By the time they reached Jiangshui City, the sky was already dark.
As soon as they got off the plane, they were hit with the humid air. Tang Xinrou cried out in comfort, "Awesome!"
The cold weather in Feng City was the kind of dry cold that could cut a person's body like a knife. She had to put in a lot of effort to hydrate herself every day, or she would dry up like a desert.
And the humidity in Jiangshui city finally made her feel some comfort.
The group of people took their luggage and walked toward the exit. They saw a signboard in the hall with Song Yaoyao's name written on it.
"Yaoyao, look—"
Xu Yue pointed at the young man holding the signboard and asked, "Did anyone else know you were coming to Jiangshui City?"
Song Yaoyao was also stunned for a moment as she walked closer with doubt.
