Is that so?
Summer Sutton furrowed her brows doubtfully.
But, aside from that reason, she really didn't know how else to explain it.
Summer Sutton didn't pay much attention, and started searching for flights with her phone.
She originally thought that after the holiday, tickets would be much easier to get.
Who knew, for the next four or five days, they were all still booked out.
She checked train tickets next, only to find it was even worse than flights — not available for at least a week.
"Tickets are gone!" Adrian Walyon looked at her phone, stretched out the word to remind her.
Summer Sutton, "..."
"Looks like you'll have to stay." Adrian Walyon nonchalantly adjusted his collar, a faint smile touching his lips.
Summer Sutton was quite helpless. Without a private jet, she really had no choice but to stay.
...
Whenever they were alone at home, Adrian Walyon always had some ideas about doing that kind of thing.
