Jiangcheng's airport is quite large and is also some distance from Dilan Moju. Even taking the expressway around the city, it would take more than an hour to get there—and that's when there's no traffic.
The black sedan sped along like a hurricane, driven by Long Chengyu.
Shu Yimo, on the other hand, was leaning back in his seat with his arms crossed, gazing out the window at the passing scenery. The couple didn't say much during the ride; perhaps sensing the fatigue between her brows, he also turned off the music in the car, and Shu Yimo actually fell asleep instantly.
But Shu Yimo was a light sleeper; as soon as the car came to a stop at the airport, she woke up.
Just as Long Chengyu and Shu Yimo were walking past the VIP passage, they heard a series of clanging footsteps.
Shu Yimo quickly looked up, only to see a swath of vivid military green filling her vision.
