On the plane, Tang Moshu swapped seats with a male staff member sitting next to Su Yan.
Su Yan took the window seat, just glanced at her, then faced towards the window and pretended to sleep.
"Su Yan?" After calling his name once and getting no response, Tang Moshu didn't bother him further, she leaned towards him and closed her eyes too.
It takes roughly two hours for a flight from the United Kingdom to France to land.
By the time they got into the car sent to pick them up, it was already ten in the morning.
Su Yan's first thought was to call Yin Xiaojing.
"Xiao Yan, you've arrived?"
"Um, where's An'an?"
"If you're looking for An'an, why didn't you call her phone?" joked Yin Xiaojing before she stopped teasing, "An'an is being good, not crying or fussing, and hasn't been asking for you. She just doesn't seem too happy."
Su Yan was silent for a moment, "Pass the phone to her, please."
