Chong Ming curiously looked around. "Wasn't it said that Siland Airport has heavy foot traffic? Why haven't I seen a single person?"
In the distance, there were only silent planes—neither staff nor passengers were visible.
Aidan calmly explained, "To welcome the boss back, the airport has implemented short-term restrictions. Once we leave, operations will resume."
Chong Ming tried hard to comprehend the Siland Language. "So, what he means is that to welcome you, such a large airport stopped working? And that word he used—it means 'boss,' right?"
Chong Ming scratched his head.
Shen You'an glanced back at the two elderly people lying peacefully on the reclining chairs. Seeing their steady breathing and rosy faces, a sense of relief settled in her heart.
"Your Siland Language is impressive."
Chong Ming stared incredulously at the calm visage of the young woman before him, unleashing a soul-searching inquiry, "Boss, who exactly are you?"
