Boom————
At the Imperial Capital Airport, an Airbus soared into the air, leaving this bustling international metropolis and heading south towards the beautiful Shandong.
It was already April 2024.
The weather was gradually warming, and people's minds had completely shifted from the joy of the New Year to immersing themselves zealously into their lives and work.
At this moment, there were still three days left until the Qingming Festival holiday. It was not yet the peak of the transportation rush, the students were in class, and the workers were at work, so the plane was quite empty, with less than a quarter of the seats occupied in first class, just a few scattered people.
In the seat nearby, partially enclosed, Gao Yang pulled down his eye mask, ready to sleep,
"Lin Xian, wake me up when it's time to eat, and grab me two servings."
Having said that,
he reclined his seat back.
Within 3 seconds, the sound of snoring came.
