Hughes hesitated for a moment, but still opened the email. Then, his young face showed shock, and he unconsciously squeezed the milk tea in his hand until it burst. "How is this possible?"
He stared at the computer for a while and couldn't help but type on the keyboard. "Who are you?"
Why did they say they were Little Butterfly!
Wasn't Little Butterfly Ruby Green?
Abigail didn't expect to receive a reply so soon. She thought for a moment, wondering if the other party had sent the email by mistake or if someone else had taken over the email account, then hesitated and typed, "I am the owner of the email."
"Ruby Green?" Hughes tentatively typed these three words, feeling strange as he thought that Ruby Green should be heading to the airport by now. He had already changed her passport information; she should be able to board the plane smoothly.
