"Yueyue, hurry up and help me think of something. The young cop has asked me out for coffee."
"Then just go."
"But I lied to him—and I'm not ready to come clean yet."
"What's there to prepare? Just say it... Yan Bao, you're thirty already. Why are you acting as coy as a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl?"
Chen Yan, who was about to get off the plane, thought, What in the world? Now you're lecturing me, you little brat? Hmph, I'll deal with you when I get the chance.
Finally, the plane came to a halt. Chen Yan, seated in first class, planned to leave the airport before replying to messages. The airport was too noisy at the moment, not a good place to think things through.
Carrying her purse and small suitcase, she walked off the plane amidst the farewells of the flight attendants and headed down the long jet bridge towards the exit.
