Su Li struggled to open her eyes, and within her view were familiar pieces of furniture. The second hand on the clock in the center of the living room ticked away.
Had she... returned home?
But her brain and body felt incredibly painful, and she lay on the floor unable to move at all.
Su Li hazily thought, it seemed like it was time for Feng Huaijin's flight to land?
She feared she wouldn't be able to pick him up.
The night airport was still bustling with people, as two low-key figures pushed their suitcases across the airport tiles.
Xiao Heng glanced around suspiciously, looking at Feng Huaijin, and said, "Brother Qi, are you sure Miss Su Li will come to pick us up? Because I haven't arranged for a car."
Feng Huaijin confidently pushed his suitcase and said, "Of course."
Would that little girl dare not to listen to what he said?
After the two walked out of the airport, they gazed at the pitch-black night.
Xiao Heng looked silently at Feng Huaijin.
