The following day.
Nine o'clock in the morning.
Beijing Airport.
Liu Qian and Monkey were standing at the reception area. Not only was the soldier Tang Kai had lent to him arriving today, but it was also the day he was leaving for the United States. His flight was at half-past ten. Out of respect for this high-ranking figure, they didn't go in ahead of him.
Both of them had their luggage, but Liu Qian clearly didn't need to carry anything. Monkey pulled both suitcases. As long as the flight the soldier was taking wasn't delayed, they would be able to rest for half an hour upon arrival.
Liu Qian didn't find a place to sit, he just stood there, twisting his waist. After many years of sitting for long periods of time, he had developed some problems with his lumbar spine, and since there was no way to cure it, he could only maintain it properly on normal days.
