(Michelle Lui's POV)
The moment we stepped out of the jet terminal into Country A's private-arrival lounge, three things happened simultaneously:
Vince sneezed loud enough to set off someone's car alarm.
Kate elbowed Jeff because he was walking too slow.
And a man in sunglasses, a trench coat, and a surgical mask sprinted toward us yelling—
"MY BABIESSSSS!!"
We screamed.
Or at least I screamed.
Then the man skidded dramatically to a stop right in front of us, ripped off his sunglasses—
And revealed Andy Peng.
Of course.
Vince slapped his forehead. "Bro, why are you dressed like a criminal in witness protection?"
Andy flicked his hair back like a K-drama lead.
"Because, Vincent, some of us are in danger of being recognized. Popularity is a challenge, you know."
Jeff deadpanned, "Sir, this is the private terminal. There are three people here. Two are cleaning staff."
Andy ignored him and opened his arms wide for a group hug.
"Children, come to your daddy!"
