Because on the way back he had spring (crossed out),
Because he ran into a rather serious accident on the way back, Fang Ran took quite a while to sort out his feelings and calm down again.
Fortunately, private jets had no such thing as time limits. Even if he stayed in bed until tomorrow, it would not be a problem.
He got up, washed up, changed clothes, and made sure he had not left anything behind. Well, there was nothing he could have left behind anyway.
Fang Ran crossed the luxurious lounge and headed for the cabin door.
As the door was opened for him, all the flight attendants were already waiting there.
"Would you like me to arrange an airport pickup service for you?"
"No, no need. You can head back."
Hearing the chief flight attendant's gentle question, Fang Ran adjusted his shirt collar. Before stepping off the plane, he gave the figures who had followed him all over the place one last grateful look.
"You've all worked hard during this time."
All the flight attendants gave him a slight bow in farewell.
He passed through the boarding bridge alone, took the passage for honored guests through quarantine, border control, and customs, and quickly completed his entry procedures.
As the security personnel could not help but wonder who this excessively young man was, returning home alone on a private jet,
he walked out of the terminal, took the descending escalator, and arrived in the main hall of Beijing Airport.
Then, at the instant his feet stepped onto the floor of the airport hall after leaving the escalator,
Fang Ran was suddenly struck by a dazed sense of unreality.
Looking at the noisy, crowded streams of people coming and going through the airport hall, no longer all foreign faces,