From a distance.
A silver-gray Gulfstream G650 gleamed coldly through a curtain of snow.
The jet's stairs were already lowered. A uniformed flight attendant, Mova, stood smiling by the stairs, awaiting Feng Shan's arrival.
As soon as they saw each other, Mova's face broke into a familiar smile.
"It's been a while, Mr. Feng. It's a great honor to be serving you again."
"The honor is mine." Feng Shan nodded slightly, then turned to Nash and Yves, who had come to see him off. "Well, I'm boarding."
"Have a safe trip, Boss," Yves said, stepping forward for a hug.
Nash, however, still wore that wooden expression, his lips pressed tightly together, though his eyes flashed with a hint of reluctance.
Feng Shan naturally understood what he was thinking. The young man was sulking because he wasn't being taken back to China this time.
He sighed softly, stepped forward, and hugged the big kid who was like a brother to him. Patting his back, he said in a heartfelt tone,
