A few hours later, it was a new night.
The plane tickets that the British had booked for Miao kun and Zhao Yu were to fly from Suwa to Xiangjiang, China. The two of them needed to transfer to Xiangjiang to return to the capital.
It was less than an hour before the plane landed at Xiangjiang International Airport.
In the corner of the cabin, Miao kun looked at the night view outside the porthole, feeling a little uneasy. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then he forcefully suppressed the excitement in his heart.
He turned around and saw that Zhao Yu was looking at his phone, which was still showing the information Juliet had sent him about the France oil painting murder case.
"Wow ..." Miao kun squinted his eyes and said,"you're really good at hiding your skills. Not only can you understand several foreign languages, but you can also read words, right?"
