"Since Master didn't explain it clearly, there must be a reason behind it, we just need to..."
Her voice abruptly stopped, and she stared fixedly at the noisy crowd in the cabin.
The young junior brother curiously looked up and his pupils contracted just as fiercely—as there, standing clearly in the crowded group, was a handsome young man dressed in monk's robes.
Is it him??
But...when did he board the plane?
Both of them felt a heaviness in their hearts, especially Zhang Xuelan, whose hair on the back of her neck stood up.
Is it a coincidence, or?
Just then, the cabin door opened, and Zhang Xuelan grabbed the young junior brother, quickly walking away, faster and faster, constantly looking back as she went.
Once outside the airport, confirming that the handsome young man did not follow, Zhang Xuelan finally exhaled a sigh of relief.
The young junior brother blinked beside her:
