Chapter 310 "Is this the scent of love? It smells so good!

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The six-hour flight ended at six o'clock in the morning.

Yao Qing hardly slept on the plane, her mind was cluttered with numerous thoughts, and she had yet to sort out a clear thread of reasoning, just waiting to take one step at a time.

As a result, Yao Qing under the camera now lacked some of her usual radiance, though still beautiful, just somewhat subdued.

Walking down the ladder, she reached into her pocket and put on a mask.

Three staff members, two carrying cameras and equipment, and one holding a megaphone and a folder, approached as they saw Yao Qing disembarking.

"Miss Yao, did you hear about your task when you were up there?"

"I'm still alive, am I not? I'm in the process of completing it."

Yao Qing was a person of measure, but it seemed like her morning grumpiness was triumphing over her sense of propriety, her eyes cold and her tone far from friendly.