In the blink of an eye, the day that the ninth brother and Yu Zhao had agreed to meet at the airport arrived.
Yu Zhao had specially asked Lu Kun to find a three-person Porsche 911. The two of them arrived at the capital's airport just before the plane landed.
At this time, the airport was crowded with people as if some important person was coming.
Lu Kun parked his car by the side of the road. "The ninth brother's flight will take a while. Wait here for a while. I'll go get two cups of coffee."
Lu Kun ran toward the coffee shop not far away, while Yu Zhao waited patiently in the same place.
After a while, she suddenly felt a little strange. She kept feeling that someone was watching her, but all she could see was the crowd moving around when she turned around.
Yu Zhao frowned. Could she be hallucinating?
Just as she was about to look away, she suddenly saw a familiar figure coming out of the crowd and walking straight toward her.
