Inside the envelope was travel money prepared in advance by Zhou Lan to handle the media. At this moment, it's crucial to minimize trouble, spending money to avert disaster.
Not just now, Zhou Lan thought, the following week would definitely be the peak of Zhou Yun's popularity. Hence, managing the media well was important.
After getting the boarding pass and going through security, Zhou Yun entered the VIP lounge and saw Song Chi who was already there.
He was still sitting in a wheelchair, though he could actually walk with crutches now.
"Got blocked by the media outside?" Song Chi asked with a smile.
"Ah, not surprising at all." Zhou Yun walked over to Song Chi, bent down, and kissed him.
Zheng Xiaojue pursed her lips behind them: "Tsk tsk, eyes off if it's not appropriate."
Muttering "eyes off if it's not appropriate," her eyes were wider than anyone else's.
Zhou Lan tapped her on the back of her head and said, "Getting more and more unruly."
Zheng Xiaojue chuckled.
