It was two days later when they returned to Beijing.
Beijing is not by the sea, so the warship is only useful for reaching coastal cities.
Qin Hao and a few others boarded a specially prepared private jet to arrive in Beijing.
It was afternoon, the drowsiest and most helpless waiting time at the airport.
The waiting hall was filled with countless travelers, all sitting in fatigue.
A private jet landed on the tarmac.
Then, Qin Hao and the others emerged and entered the waiting hall.
Just as they were about to leave the airport, a piece of beautiful music played through the hall.
The music was very soothing, like a lazy ray of sunlight, dispelling the haze from every weary traveler's mind.
Qin Hao and the others turned to see a young pianist showcasing his skills on a public piano to the right of the airport.
The pianist was handsome, carried an extraordinary aura, and his ten fingers were long and slender, like a prince from a fairy tale.
