Wang Ye turned the engine off and got out of the car. Several of his entourage who stayed in the capital came up to him.
"Move everything from the trunk onto the plane, and be careful," he instructed casually.
Of course, he couldn't forget the things his dad and mom had packed for him.
Just as he was about to board the plane, Wang Ye suddenly realized Han Xiaodan hadn't followed. Turning his head, he saw her standing dumbfounded by the car, glancing now at the silver, gleaming Gulfstream business jet, now at the blond-haired, blue-eyed Russians, who were his followers busy with the luggage in the trunk...
Clearly, she was bewildered by the scene before her, unsure of what was actually happening.
"Come on, let's get on the plane," Wang Ye called out with a smile.
Han Xiaodan quickly took a few steps to catch up to Wang Ye and asked in a low voice, "This plane...?"
"It's my private jet. We'll be taking this directly to Peng City," Wang Ye shared frankly.
