Zou Yue silently followed Fan Xui out the plane, even near the luggage conveyor belt he stood silently next to him waiting to help pick his luggage out. "You can tell me the colour of your luggage," he whispered to him.
The taller man glanced down and hesitantly shook his head. "I—I..." he didn't finish himself before walking away.
Zou duffel bag tightly to his back and awkwardly followed after him. "You don't have any check in luggage, do you?"
"No, I only have carry-on," he gestured to the small laptop bag in his hand.
Zou slightly frowned. 'Do business men travel so light? He probably doesn't even have a pair of spare in that little bag.'
As they were silently walking to the door, there was a loud scoff near the side.
"Brat knows to come back home," an old gruff voice grumbled loudly.
Eyes wide open, Zou glanced in that direction. "Baba.... mommy," he ran to them hesitantly. His mother immediately hugged his stiff body tightly.
