"Finally, back home!"
Stepping onto his native land, Bi Fang felt that every breath he took was sweet, surrounded by familiar faces and the comforting mother tongue.
"Then I'll have Liu Qian contact you later," said Wang Yongbo as he walked down the plane, carrying his briefcase and bidding farewell to Bi Fang.
Bi Fang nodded. He looked around and adjusted his mask to fit more snugly.
Both of them had returned quietly, not even notifying their fan clubs. Otherwise, with Bi Fang's current status, the airport might already have been overwhelmed by fans and reporters.
After parting with Wang Yongbo, Bi Fang casually hailed a taxi, prepared to go home and see what exactly the 5*5*2.5-sized thing was.
If it turned out to be useless, could he refuse it? Property prices in the Magic Capital were far from cheap.
