Besides, even in the past, when they visited Grandma Mingzhu in Australia, they mostly flew in separate business class seats.
Xia Ye was not used to sitting in economy class, always complaining that the seats were too hard and uncomfortable.
Xia Ye's voice was gentle, "Don't worry, even if someone recognizes me, the trouble is mine, not yours."
Lu Yinxing's heart felt a pang.
Like being worn down by a blunt knife, indescribable discomfort.
Is it necessary to distance themselves like this?
Lu Yinxing was speechless and no longer initiated any conversation.
The flight attendant handed out burgers and drinks.
Lu Yinxing happened to be a bit hungry, and after eating, she closed her eyes to rest.
In the next dozen hours, Lu Yinxing spoke only a few words to Xia Ye.
When they arrived in Los Angeles, it was night.
Fortunately, Lu Yinxing's residence wasn't far from the airport.
Just a subway ride would get them there.
