Wen Xin and Mu Chengxi arrived at the airport at eight o'clock. Wen Xin looked at the flight information board, and her brow involuntarily furrowed. Mu Chengxi quickly picked up on the uneasiness in Wen Xin.
"What's wrong?"
Upon hearing Mu Chengxi's question, Wen Xin turned her head to look at him, her beautiful eyes narrowing slightly.
"My foster father must not have taken a regular flight here. Can you check the flight schedules for me? If nothing unexpected happened, he should have arrived on a private jet."
Wen Xin's brows were lightly knitted. She couldn't quite understand why, even though he had informed her in advance of his arrival in Beijing, he suddenly changed flights.
"Alright, I'll check it out now."
Just as Mu Chengxi agreed and was about to leave, a man dressed in a black suit approached Wen Xin and began to speak in a somewhat mysterious tone.
"Young Master, the Old Alliance Leader is waiting for you in the lounge."