A plane from the Central Continent slowly touched down at Zurich Airport.
Qian Wenhuan didn't move. He watched in silence as the young man beside him put on his coat, said goodbye, and followed a flight attendant off the plane.
"Sir, we've landed... Sir?"
A short-haired flight attendant beside him reminded him softly.
"Huh? Oh, right..."
Only then did Qian Wenhuan snap out of it. He glanced at the nearly empty cabin and hurriedly gathered his belongings.
"Oh! This passenger left his book behind!"
Just then, another flight attendant beside him exclaimed in surprise.
"Oh, what should we do?"
The flight attendants gathered around at once, chattering among themselves. "Should we take these books to the airport's lost and found and notify their owner later?"
"No need..."
Qian Wenhuan suddenly sighed. Dragging his suitcase, he walked past them. "That passenger probably doesn't need those books anymore."
Even after getting off the plane, Qian Wenhuan still felt dazed.
He couldn't believe someone could learn a language in just a dozen hours.
He even wondered if, as he stepped off the plane, a crowd would be waiting for him with flowers and cameras, telling him they'd just been filming a prank reality show.
Unfortunately, the area outside the plane was empty. There were no flowers, no cameras, and no crowd.
Qian Wenhuan silently turned on his phone, only to find seven or eight missed calls as soon as it powered up.
They were all from his superiors at the company.
As the Sales Manager at Preston Biological Company, the only person he could call his superior was the General Manager, who was also a member of the company's Board.
Seeing the missed calls, Qian Wenhuan jolted and came back to his senses.
He called back. A moment later, his superior's furious Swiss-accented