On the flight back, Yan Xianjue held Shen Fangli in his arms and silently watched the clouds outside, sliced apart by the plane's wings.
Lei Xuan had not traveled back with them this time.
The artists' schedules were set. Someone needed to decide whether the variety show would resume filming after its interruption, someone needed to assess the damage to the island's vegetation, and someone needed to monitor the online public opinion.
Lei Xuan and Yao Weiran practically wished they could split themselves down the middle and turn into four people working at once.
The three people seated in the lounge watched the tightly shut door of the private lounge for a while, then tacitly looked away.
Ni Qiu hesitated for a long time before asking, "Brother Zhou, what's going on here?"
Zhou Ye shrugged, his answer short and clear. "No idea."
After thinking it over, Ji Xi pulled out his work laptop and silently began handling the backlog from the past few days.
He had a feeling that the next stretch would be insanely busy again.
Sure enough, as soon as they got off the plane, Yan Xianjue instructed him, "Ni Qiu made a wasted trip this time. Find something for him to do later."
Ji Xi inwardly wanted to complain. He wondered how Ni Qiu would feel upon hearing this compensation.
In any case, Ji Xi agreed without any burden.
Yan Xianjue held Shen Fangli's hand tightly.
He asked her in a questioning tone, "Going to my villa?"
Yet Shen Fangli heard a trace of forcefulness in it that brooked no refusal.
He had not said going home, but going to my villa. Shen Fangli immediately realized which place he meant.
She was also worried about Yan Xianjue's current state, so she nodded and brought up, "But the