On the plane.
Lu Qinghuan curiously looked towards Chen Fan, "Mr. Chen, what did that person say to you earlier?"
Chen Fan said, "He told me your waters are too deep for me to grasp and that I should keep my distance from you."
Lu Qinghuan was taken aback and then her cheeks flushed red, "Waters too deep… That person really lacks manners."
Chen Fan looked at Lu Qinghuan, "Hmm? Isn't that an internet catchphrase? How does it constitute a lack of manners?"
Lu Qinghuan then realized she had misunderstood and her face instantly reddened to the base of her neck. She stammered in a fluster, "I... I misunderstood, I'm sorry."
Chen Fan felt it was all rather baffling and closed his eyes to cultivate, no longer paying attention to Lu Qinghuan.
Three hours later.
The plane arrived in Longhai City.
A private car came to pick up Lu Qinghuan and Chen Fan.
At this moment, the sky had already darkened.
