This voice is...
Mu Anran quickly turned around.
Just a short distance behind her, at the exit of the VIP channel, stood a tall and slender figure.
If not Yu Lingqian, then who?
His gaze was somewhat fiery as he watched her.
Mu Anran's eyes lit up, happiness spread across her face, and she quickly ran towards him.
Standing in front of him with a red face, she was panting.
But what should she say now?
On the taxi ride, she had a bellyful of words to say, but standing in front of him, why did it feel like something was stuck in her throat?
One minute later—
Yu Lingqian, with his arms crossed, said, "Did you come all this way in a taxi just to take another look at me?"
Mu Anran's face heated up, "I didn't mean..."
Just at that moment, the airport broadcast sounded again: "Passengers flying to the United States on flight XXX, please board quickly, as the plane's door is about to close."