After passing through security, Lin Luang suddenly turned back for a look and saw the retreating figures of Wen Qiao and Fu Jinghen walking side by side. A bizarre and absurd thought unexpectedly surfaced in his heart—
They seemed like a perfect match.
Setting aside appearances for a moment, he was referring to their vibes, which were incredibly in sync.
Lin Luang shook his head, trying to dismiss the thought.
How could that be possible?
As the figures of Wen Qiao and Fu Jinghen gradually disappeared into the bustling crowd, Lin Luang shifted his gaze and headed deeper into the airport, dragging his luggage behind him.
On the other side, Wen Qiao was still curious about Fu Jinghen's unusual reaction.
"What are you laughing at exactly?"
Fu Jinghen responded, "He reminded me of another advantage I had overlooked."
Wen Qiao, puzzled, asked, "What advantage?"
"Being rich."
Wen Qiao: "..."
