At the airport, people came and went, and surrounded by no familiar faces, Lin Zishuang inexplicably felt a sense of tension.
Wen Ran, pulling the suitcase, noticed that Lin Zishuang's complexion seemed not quite right.
She raised an eyebrow, "Young Madam, are you feeling unwell?"
Lin Zishuang shook her head, she was just afraid, afraid of places with lots of strangers.
Even now, she still couldn't adapt.
However, she didn't want to say it out loud.
She didn't want others to know that Feng Tianyou's wife was a woman who would be afraid among strangers.
She could overcome it, Lin Zishuang took a deep breath.
Wen Ran saw that her complexion really wasn't good. When she picked her up from the Feng family, she had been fine.
"Young Madam, the president will arrive soon, shall we go inside and wait for him?"
"Sure, let's go."
Lin Zishuang almost wanted to grab Wen Ran's clothing as she walked, being particularly afraid in such crowded places.
