Deep City Airport. The bustling stream of people never ceases. When Hai Mingzhu arrived at the international terminal of the airport, she found that only Shen Yue was standing at the designated location. She found it odd and asked, "Where's President Jin? Why didn't he come?"
Shen Yue stretched out his hand, presenting Hai Mingzhu with something the size of a soybean.
Hai Mingzhu laughed, "I'm not hungry, no need. Besides, this thing is too small to eat anyway."
"You know there's such a thing as a mini wireless intercom receiver, right?" Shen Yue asked.
"Hehe."
Hai Mingzhu accepted the tiny object, "I see your face is always stern, so I was just teasing you. How could I not know that this is a walkie-talkie?" Although she genuinely seemed clueless, she immediately seemed excited, "Our Jin-Tang security seems very professional."
