Everyone arrived at the exit, and Song Xiaodong and his group walked straight out, while Zeng Yuxian and the others, having checked luggage, were delayed a bit. By the time they came out, Song Xiaodong and his group were already out of sight.
"Damn, these people didn't even have luggage," Qiao Qinghai couldn't help but curse.
Zeng Yuxian said, "As long as they are still here, they should be easy to find. Normally, if they can afford first class, their accommodations won't be bad either. I expect they'll be at a better hotel. And with a group like theirs, one man and four beautiful women, they'll be quite recognizable. Just ask around, and we should find them quickly."
The three of them really couldn't let it go, not just because they were unsettled by Song Xiaodong's reprimand, but mostly because those girls were too enticing. Each was stunningly beautiful and each with her own unique traits, far more alluring than any minor celebrity.