As night fell, and the city lights began to glow, Beijing quickly entered another kind of bustle, with neon lights flickering and traffic streaming continuously. In the International Airport Customs Entry and Exit Hall, Hong Meihua, dressed in casual attire, sat quietly in a café on the second floor, gazing intently at the flow of people emerging from the airport while slowly stirring her coffee with a small metal spoon, her expression indifferent.
After a while, Hong Meihua saw a few people emerge from the diplomatic corridor. Leading the group was the deputy ambassador of Sam Country stationed in China, accompanied by a blonde assistant, and two young men in their thirties trailing behind with suitcases, dressed impeccably in suits, looking like attendants.
