At three o'clock in the afternoon, Huo Zhao, holding his passport and wearing a hat and a mask, sat in the airport's waiting hall.
He had disguised himself.
Seeing that Zhou Yi recognized him, he had to be careful and cautious and find that driver's family as quickly as possible.
However, he was unfamiliar with Japan, and though he thought of contacting An Yang, who was in Japan, Huo Zhao hesitated to send a message, considering the life-and-death nature of the matter. He didn't want to involve An Yang.
Unexpectedly, An Yang's WeChat reached out to him first.
An Yang: "Big blockhead, my sister told me you were coming to Japan on business. What's your flight number? I'll come pick you up."
Huo Zhao moved the corners of his mouth, seemingly a bit helpless, and eventually replied.
-: "It's not anything good. Don't bother me."
