"Uncle, I'll come home earlier. I'll go home after dinner," Nia Mitchell seriously promised, as if she were desperate to make up for something.
"Good, I'll wait for you at home."
Nia Mitchell nodded, but then she suddenly remembered, Maxwell Peary can't even see me nodding! so she immediately agreed verbally.
Not long after hanging up the phone, Nia Mitchell finally arrived at the airport.
The Capital Town airport was grand and luxurious. Every detail of its décor reflected the city's prosperity. People of all sorts walked about amidst the tasteful decor.
Nia Mitchell hurriedly ran into the airport, clutching her bag. As soon as she entered, she saw Charles Northwood standing not far away.
His all-white attire complemented his elegant demeanor perfectly. Standing there, he seemed to be a world unto himself. With his fair skin and smiling eyes, his entire being exuded an indescribable charismatic aura.
