The phone rang just then; it was Zhou Luchen. His grandfather's words still echoed in her mind as she hesitantly brought the phone to her ear.
Through the receiver, the voice of a flight attendant could faintly be heard. She could deduce that Zhou Luchen was already back in the country, entering Beijing's airspace, and preparing to land.
Was it the third or fourth day? Shen Jing couldn't remember.
Hearing his lazy voice, as if he had just woken up on the plane, he said, "Come to T3 Airport to pick me up."
While pushing open her room door, Shen Jing teased, "What should I do? I haven't fueled my car today."
He casually said, "I'll have someone send a car to your doorstep."
As the door closed completely, Shen Jing leaned her back against it. "Don't play the overbearing CEO with me. I haven't been watching those dramas lately, and a move like that could easily influence me."
"Are you coming or not?" The words were half a question, half a command.
