After a layover, the journey of more than ten hours finally brought the plane to Gangben.
"Goodbye!" Ouyang Yue waved farewell to each passenger.
Only when Ye Qiu's back became distant did she murmur softly to herself, "Fate will tell if we meet again!"
She was not an open girl; in her heart, she was shy. Even if she had feelings for a boy, she would never express it, let alone ask for his number.
So, she could only leave everything to fate!
Upon arriving in Gangben, Ye Qiu saw a sign with the crooked Chinese characters for Huang Ping, the alias he was using for his flight.
Ye Qiu walked over and shook hands with the Chinese man holding the sign, whose face was as dark as coal. "Hello, I'm Huang Ping."
"Zhong Fei." Zhong Fei wasn't tall, but he gave an impression of being solidly built. He wasn't a man of many words.
