"......"
It was quiet for a few seconds, then suddenly, Yu Jingxi seemed to realize something, and his blood almost rushed to his head: "What did you say? You're already out?"
"I'm already out of the station, and there's no situation like you mentioned." He looked at the empty domestic arrival area ahead, feeling very strange.
One couldn't say it was empty; indeed, quite a few people were there to pick up arrivals. However, there seemed to be no journalists or the like.
Perhaps no journalist would ever think that someone like Yu Zexiao would take a connecting flight, right?
Moreover, the flight he took wasn't just any connecting flight; his plane flew to Shangcheng and then connected to Yancheng. The reason was simple — the first-class and business-class tickets for the direct flight he originally wanted were already sold out.
Flying back from Vancouver, a journey of more than ten hours, if he had to sit in the economy class, he simply couldn't handle it.
