Unlike the cold, damp weather of London, by the end of September, Yanjing was still maintaining temperatures above 25 degrees Celsius.
On the streets of Yanjing, it was a common sight to see girls in flesh-colored, black, or colorful tights, with many also showing off their white thighs and smooth backs. At first glance, it was dazzling, as if summer was still in full swing.
At two o'clock, the temperature reached the highest point of the day. At Yanjing Capital International Airport, the staff worked tirelessly under the scorching sun, with some so busy they didn't even have time to wipe the sweat off their foreheads.
Two thirty.
A business jet from the United Kingdom landed on schedule at Yanjing Capital International Airport.
On the tarmac, Chen Fan's Bentley with a string of six license plates was quietly parked there.
Unlike before, this time it wasn't just the Dragon Lady who came to receive him, but also Susan.
