The several-hour flight passed by slowly while Qin Fan was in his turtle breath trance. When the cabin announcement finally sounded, he yanked off his eye mask and queued up to disembark.
However, as soon as he stepped out of the airport, Qin Fan abruptly halted.
It was because Ye Jizu, who was right behind him, was staring down at his phone, motionless, his face deathly pale.
"What's the matter?" Qin Fan frowned at Ye Jizu's behavior.
"Lord... Lord... Lord Qin—!" Ye Jizu lifted his head to look at Qin Fan, his voice trembling with uncontrollable panic.
"What on earth is wrong with you?" Displeasure was written all over Qin Fan's impatient face.
A mighty Hou of the Underworld, and he's acting as meek as a maiden?
Staring at the phone screen displaying over a hundred missed calls and hundreds of messages, Ye Jizu didn't scrutinize each one. With a tap, he returned to the message he had been viewing before and, hearing Qin Fan's impatient tone, passed the phone over.
