However, only the Jiang Family had set aside a separate area, parking three airplanes.
Jiang Fulai slowly landed behind Bai Lian, holding a cell phone, answering Gao Shu's call leisurely, yet his gaze fell ahead.
Ahead, Bai Lian's left hand held a document behind her back as she turned her head to explain the topic to Wang Xu and Pei Qin, the black of her eyes reflecting the airport scenery.
In Jiangjing, it was still winter, and the airport was windy. She was wearing only a white knitted sweater.
She did not feel cold.
Jiang Fulai watched her silhouette, leisurely pulling up his black scarf to cover his cold, hard jawline.
"The butler has already made the wedding dress," Gao Shu urged Jiang Fulai over the phone, "When are you planning to get married?"
Jiang Fulai's icy fingertips touched the phone, his usual cold expression in his eyes, but his voice was gentle, "What's the rush, she's just in her sophomore year."
