The plane safely flew back to New York, and throughout the journey Yamada Shizuka seemed as if she were dead, not making a single move. If it weren't for the cold aura Chen Yu could feel when he touched his phone, he really would think he wasn't carrying a malevolent spirit.
The plane slowly descended, having spent over a dozen hours flying back from Tokyo, and now the sky had completely darkened.
"So many people?" Chen Yu looked at the lights below. There was quite a crowd, but wasn't this a private airstrip?
"It's Solano's grandfather who has come, Chen. Be cautious when you get off, and it's best not to make any moves," Jack said, his gaze seriously fixed on the lights of the vehicles below.
Chen Yu silently nodded, understanding that it's wise to heed advice.
And Solano's grandfather?
