Ye Qiu didn't wait long at the airport; the plane landed after half an hour.
Soon, a large group of at least twenty people came over. Among them, the oldest looked about sixty years old, and the youngest only seven or eight.
The one thing they had in common was that everyone carried backpacks of varying sizes; not a single proper suitcase among them.
Moreover, they all dressed simply and looked weary from traveling.
In the crowd, a young girl about seventeen or eighteen, dressed in a white T-shirt and sky-blue jeans, and looking quite pleasant, spotted the sign in Ye Qiu's hand from a distance and ran over excitedly.
"You must be Brother Ye Qiu, right? I'm Huang Zhentian's sister, Huang Miaomiao!" The girl's eyes were very clear, her appearance sweet, her voice lively.
"Hello, I'm Ye Qiu. I didn't know Zhentian had such a pretty sister." Ye Qiu said with a smile.
