"Zhizhi, have you finished packing yet?" Zong Guang called Meng Xin Zhi.
"I finished last night," Meng Xin Zhi replied.
"Then I'll wait for you at the airport."
"Airport?" Meng Xin Zhi asked in surprise, "Which airport?"
"The one for the flight you booked yourself. Don't you know which airport you're flying from?"
Meng Xin Zhi's plane ticket was purchased by Cheng Nuo at Xuan Shi's request, but that wasn't the point; the point was, "Ah? Brother, you're in Italy already?"
"Why are you so surprised, Zhizhi?" Zong Guang said nonchalantly, "Isn't this just a pilot's daily routine?"
"Maybe... I'm still not used to it."
"Well, you should get used to it, Zhizhi. Your trip here was a bit last-minute, the airline had already scheduled the flights, otherwise, I could have accompanied you."
"How can that be? Brother, you already work so hard flying around."
