In less than an hour, Song Heng had delivered Xia Chuqing to the airport.
Song Heng stopped the car and patted Xia Chuqing's cheek: "Hey, girl, wake up, we're here."
Xia Chuqing smacked her lips and glanced at Song Heng: "That was quick?"
"What sweet dreams were you having that you didn't want to wake up from? You seemed very happy," Song Heng said.
"No, let's get out of the car," Xia Chuqing denied.
After hopping out, Song Heng took her suitcase out for her and they walked side by side toward the departure hall.
The airport was already bustling with people coming and going in the early morning.
Song Heng grasped her arm: "Don't get lost, keep your eyes on the road."
"I'm not a three-year-old, besides, I've traveled abroad more times than you have," Xia Chuqing argued.
"Oh, really? Are you sure you've traveled more than me?" Song Heng laughed.
"Let's not discuss this now. I'm about to leave. Is there anything you want to say to me?" Xia Chuqing purposely asked.
