Two hours later, Chu Nan had already returned to Moscow by the same route. However, he did not choose to return to Central City. Instead, he chose to fly straight to San Francisco, the largest city on the west coast of North America.
As soon as the flight flew, Chu Nan received a communication request notification.
Opening her personal terminal, Trina's exquisite little face appeared on the virtual screen with a smile.
"Brother Chu Nan, good morning on your side." Trina seemed to have specially calculated the time difference between the two sides before sending a message. After smiling and greeting Chu Nan, she revealed a pleasantly surprised expression, "It seems that you've taken the flight? Have you finished meeting Grandpa Chemekov?"
"Yes, I've already met the Marshal."
"Did Grandpa Chemekov help you?" Trina asked with concern.
