The bustling airport was packed with people.
A dark-skinned, heavyset police officer sat in front of a chair, looking at the broadly smiling Cheng Tian without a flicker of expression.
Cheng Tian had been here for ages, just waiting for the officer to stamp his visa, but the officer had spent all that time checking his visa against his details and simply refused to stamp it.
After a long while, the heavyset Black man before him finally raised his head.
"Please state your purpose of coming to the United States."
Cheng Tian: O-o???
"I... I..."
After Cheng Tian stammered for ages, the heavyset Black man before him finally lost patience and abruptly burst into some not-quite-fluent, beautiful Chinese.
"What! You! Here for?!"
And, believe it or not, he even had a northeastern accent.
Su Han pulled Cheng Tian aside and slapped twenty dollars straight onto the desk.
"Tourism."
"Phew... Not knowing English really is a pain..." Holding Su Han's hand, Cheng Tian looked through his visa and entry permit, which bore a bright red stamp.
"Hehe, just learn it∽"
It was bustling outside the airport too, with some homeless people begging there. There were also quite a few people holding signs advertising vacancies at nearby hotels.
But Su Han paid them no attention at all. She stood there waiting for a while, leaving Cheng Tian unsure what to do.
"Xiaohan, what are we waiting for?"
"Just wait..." Su Han gave him a mysterious smile. "They'll be here soon."
No sooner said than done, a luxury stretch motorhome appeared at the end of the street and charged toward them, honking as it came. The surrounding crowd scattered in fright.
"Whoa! It's going to hit us! Let's get out of the way!"
Su Han stood her ground without so much as