"Okay, Uncle, I got it," Fu Han nodded obediently, her beautiful face less worried and warmer.
Although Fu Xingbo had not said anything particularly helpful, Fu Han still felt her heart calm down significantly, as if confronting He Xing in person was not that difficult.
She had not told everyone the reason she suddenly decided to return to her home country, partly because she was afraid they would think she was making a big deal out of nothing. A simple phone call could have clarified everything, yet she insisted on asking in person.
Now she wasn't worried anymore. She believed that whatever she did, Uncle and the others would only support her, never mock or trouble her.
The airport announcement system had already started broadcasting, indicating that Fu Han's flight was beginning to board.
Fu Han slowly stood up, Fu Xingbo patted her shoulder and took her carry-on bag, then led her toward the Boarding Gate.
