She has a name. Why do people keep calling her "airport"?
"Alright, I won't call you 'airport' anymore," Bai Jue said cheerfully, "Zhan Mingyan, thank you for the breakfast, goodbye!"
After speaking, he boarded the plane. Suddenly thinking of something, he flung the apple back towards her.
"Zhan Mingyan, consider this as my payment for the meal."
His magnetic voice carried a hint of worldly amusement.
Zhan Mingyan caught the apple reflexively. A look of surprise crossed her face before it was replaced with a gentle smile.
She clutched the apple in her hand and watched as the plane lifted off.
Peacock Man, we will meet again.
When the plane landed at the Manor, it was already night time.
The weather at the Manor, unlike the refreshing Solak Island, was in the dead of winter.
As soon as she disembarked, Jian Qing, who had only a warm sweater on, almost froze to death.
"Put this on."
Quan Jingwu draped his coat over her, his forehead creased with worry.