The private jet finally left American airspace.
Xu Jingxi had just come out of his bath, wearing only a bathrobe and sitting on the sofa, energetically tapping away at his computer.
The flight attendant poured a glass of wine and placed it beside him, then rolled away the dining table and left.
He picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and scrolled through messages on his phone with his left hand, back and forth until touchdown.
As if they were afraid he wouldn't make it back.
It was already the afternoon of the next day.
Leh Ying struggled for a long time before climbing out of bed, feeling numb all over as if she had done some hard labor the night before.
Remembering the lecture, she hurriedly left her apartment and opened the rear door of the Bentley Mulsanne.
No sooner had she settled in than she found out after some idle chatter.
The Mueller Bentley had returned to Schreyer's hands, "First, I'll take you to the lecture venue."
Concerned she might not know the way.
