Feng Jun's group of eight arrived at Xuanyuan Airport. Their flight was at 2:50 p.m., but they had arrived at eleven.
Luohua Manor was not far from Xuanyuan Airport. Normally, they could have made it after lunch, but since it was an international flight, it was better to arrive early for exit inspections and the like, leaving themselves plenty of time.
As a result, after clearing customs, there was still a long time before takeoff, and everyone sat around in the VIP waiting lounge with nothing to do.
Feng Jun hated this kind of life-wasting behavior the most, so he got up to smoke in the smoking room and called Wang Haifeng along.
After finishing a cigarette and returning, Feng Jun and Wang Haifeng were both a little stunned.
Seven or eight young people had gathered around their seats, most of them men.
Two men surrounded Zhang Caixin, two surrounded Red Sister, and another chatted intermittently with Good Scenery. Only Yang Yuxin and her daughter had no one around them—perhaps because their presence was simply too imposing.
No one was around Wang Haifeng's wife either. She was not unattractive, but her looks were merely above average. Even giving her a sixty-five would be out of respect for her bearing—otherwise, she would not have clung to Wang Haifeng for years and ultimately gotten what she wanted with outside help.
Seeing this, Coach Wang turned his head to glance at Feng Jun, clearly waiting to see what he wanted to do.
Feng Jun merely smiled indifferently, took the suitcase beside Red Sister, and went to sit somewhere else.
He could not be bothered to fuss over something like this. When traveling with beautiful women, this sort of thing was perfectly normal. This time, there were two men and six women in their