Several hours later.
The plane landed at Nanhua City Airport.
"Phew!" Zhang Xiaohao exhaled heavily.
He gave Zhou Yating, who was next to him, an annoyed look, having been tormented by her throughout the journey.
From the moment the plane took off, she was like a little machine gun, firing question after question, relentlessly badgering Zhang Xiaohao without any repetition.
It left Zhang Xiaohao with a headache, deeply regretting his decision.
If he had known it would be like this, he wouldn't have agreed to bring her along.
But who could have imagined that Zhou Yating, seemingly calm and sensible on the outside,
was actually like a little witch behind the scenes, full of so many questions?
Shaking his head, Zhang Xiaohao tried not to think about it any further.
Now that they were on board the thief-ship, it was impossible to return the goods.
"Let's go!" Zhang Xiaohao said irritably.
"Yay! Finally free," Zhou Yating cheered.
