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Under the heavy rain, the entire city looked particularly desolate.
"Boarding delayed by nearly an hour and a half…"
"There are still three hours until boarding, so the time, which was originally a bit tight, suddenly became ample."
Tang Yuan silently calculated in his mind and was not anxious because there was still a full day until the Chinese Ancient Jade Special Session of the Sotheby's Auction House's 2018 Autumn Auction.
Even if tonight's flight was canceled due to the rainstorm, Tang Yuan could still catch tomorrow morning's flight to Hong Kong.
"Buzz buzz…"
Just as Tang Yuan was silently calculating, his phone, placed beside him, suddenly vibrated twice.
When he picked up his phone, he saw that the sender of the WeChat message was none other than Wen Muxue, who had been silent for several days.
Tang Yuan raised an eyebrow and opened the message.
Wen Muxue: Senior, I accidentally twisted my ankle while dancing.
The rain outside is so heavy now, and I really can't get a taxi.
Can you come pick me up?
After this message, Wen Muxue attached a photo.
In the photo, Wen Muxue's originally fair and slender ankle now looked swollen and red.
It seemed she had indeed twisted her ankle, and it was quite severe.
And after this photo, Wen Muxue also sent a pitiful emoji.
When Tang Yuan saw such a message, he pondered for a moment, then asked: "Where are you?"
Facing Tang Yuan's inquiry, Wen Muxue replied almost instantly.
Tang Yuan opened the address Wen Muxue sent him and saw that Wen Muxue's dance studio was precisely about three kilometers diagonally ahead of Tang Yuan's current location.
Tang Yuan: Don't you have other friends? Why don't you ask them to pick you up?
Here, Tang Yuan deliberately used "them" (referring to a mixed group or unknown gender) instead of "them" (referring specifically to females).
This "them" (referring to a mixed group or unknown gender), it was clear, Tang Yuan was referring to Wen Muxue's admirers, hangers-on, and backup options.
Wen Muxue: I only want you to pick me up.
It was still an instant reply, just nine simple words, which suddenly imbued the conversation with a hint of ambiguous atmosphere.
Tang Yuan saw Wen Muxue's reply, and a smile flickered in his eyes.
"Do you have a Hong Kong and Macao Pass?"
Tang Yuan suddenly asked Wen Muxue.
Wen Muxue: Yes, why?
After these four words, Wen Muxue immediately followed up with a cute, questioning emoji.
Tang Yuan did not reply to Wen Muxue any further messages.
He directly forwarded the location address Wen Muxue had just sent him to driver Yuan Meng's phone, and at the same time, instructed him: "Yuan Meng, I've sent the address to your phone.
Make a slight turn up ahead.
I suddenly have something I need to take care of."
"Okay."
Yuan Meng, with a serious and earnest expression, responded and immediately switched the route to Pudong Airport to the location route Tang Yuan had just sent him.
In the pouring rain, the Rolls-Royce Cullinan, valued at over seven million yuan, lit up its red taillights, then directly deviated from its original lane and drove left, breaking through the rain…