When Shen Chaoxi found Song Yang, he was at the airport.
"Chaoxi, what's up? If you had been five minutes later, I would have boarded the plane."
Song Yang was at the airport, and the background noise of the call included boarding announcements in both Chinese and English.
"Where are you going?" Shen Chaoxi pondered whom else to ask while she questioned him casually.
Lately, everyone had been very busy.
"Heading to the south for a vacation. Didn't I just close a case recently? Worked myself to death on it, so I deserve a bit of carefree time to reward myself, right? What's up? You wouldn't call me if there wasn't something mattering, come on, spit it out!"
Shen Chaoxi: "Everyone else is almost working themselves to death, and you still have the leisure to go on vacation? Mr. Song, I really do have something important to talk to you about. Why don't you refund your ticket, or I'll reimburse you for it; just get yourself to the studio now!"