Tang Sitian was slightly stunned, but the announcement for her flight had already sounded inside the airport, and she was running out of time. She quickly withdrew her gaze and rushed in.
After hurrying through security, she sprinted just in time to catch her flight.
On the plane, Yan Chu and Luo Qiangwei were already seated.
Tang Sitian set her bag down gently and took her seat. She leaned forward to take a look at Luo Qiangwei, who was sleeping with an eye mask on, and then leaned in to tug at Yan Chu's sleeve, whispering, "Brother Yan, I just... ran into Mo Shiche at the Airport entrance."
"Mo Shiche?" Yan Chu frowned. "Is he going abroad as well?"
"No, he was walking out, maybe there to see someone off...?" Tang Sitian guessed, biting the corner of her lip. What else could it be?
"Don't worry about him; he's free to do as he pleases." Yan Chu handed her an eye mask and put one on himself. "Get some sleep; it's a long flight."
