"Jiang Chen, where are you? We've arrived, but don't see you anywhere. Where are you?"
International Airport.
Fu Zili held a phone in one hand and a simple luggage bag in the other, looking around.
Fang Qing stood by his side.
"Beep beep beep..."
The sound of a horn echoed.
They followed the noise and saw a moon-white Panamera.
Fu Zili, with his slicked-back hair, was stunned.
He must have been overthinking.
Just as he was about to shift his gaze away, the door to the Panamera opened.
Jiang Chen, with his phone in hand, stepped out.
Fu Zili's gaze froze, fixed in place.
Fang Qing also showed a look of surprise.
One was a promising youth, and the other a top student from the University of Political Science and Law; they naturally knew the grade of car a Panamera was.
"A surprise attack?"
Jiang Chen, who had rushed over from school, approached while putting away his phone, his smile genuine.
