Jiang Siming had not been to an airport terminal in so long that he was almost unaccustomed to it.
After getting his Private Jet, he would leave the Airport by car as soon as he got off the plane. Now that he suddenly had to carry his luggage through a crowd, he felt a little out of place.
Oh, it was all because he was too rich and had gotten inflated with pride. Were the saints angry?
Jiang Siming carried his luggage and casually put on his sunglasses. He had departed from the Celestial Dynasty in the evening, and Paris was seven hours behind.
So by the time he arrived in Paris, it was noon.
Paris was already a little chilly in October. His wives back home had prepared everything long ago, packing Jiang Siming plenty of warm clothes.
Although Jiang Siming's cultivation meant he was no longer afraid of such low-level temperature changes, he did not want to become a weirdo in the eyes of outsiders, wearing short sleeves while everyone else wore long sleeves and padded jackets.
So Jiang Siming was still willing to put on more clothes. It was not for any other reason—he just wanted to look more like a normal person.
The sudden appearance of such a handsome, star-like Oriental man at the Airport completely drew away the attention of a group of blonde, blue-eyed girls.
Soon, some girls came over to strike up conversations, and a few even boldly confessed their feelings.
Jiang Siming hurriedly reduced his presence to zero and sighed inwardly. As expected, Paris really was a romantic city.
The French girls seemed quite bold. They even dared to confess their love right there in the street. Impressive.
After leaving the Airport, Jiang Siming hailed a taxi to Luohua Hotel in Paris,