"How did you guys know we were going to Yinglan?" Dong Zhenzhen was still bewildered.
Gu Changsheng couldn't help but chuckle, "With all the commotion, how could they not check who we are?"
Turning his head, he said to John, "Let's forego the private plane, we'll catch the scheduled flight when we return."
"We still have four hours left, and if we really can't make it on time, we can also delay the flight plan, at most reserving an additional two hours..." John's smiling face was brimming with faint flattery.
After hearing this, Dong Zhenzhen was utterly speechless.
A private plane was one thing.
Given John's status, it probably wasn't a big deal, especially since he had effortlessly given a million US dollars. Even if she paid for it herself now, she could afford a chartered flight, but to ask an airline to delay its flight for two hours was another matter—it would come with immense pressure. Yet John maintained a casual demeanor.
