Ji Yanlin came back three days later. It happened to be the weekend, and Chaochao was free, so she went directly to the airport to pick him up.
Chaochao arrived early, but after circling the airport, she couldn't find a suitable parking spot. She messaged Ji Yanlin, telling him she was outside and that he could just come out directly.
Fortunately, Ji Yanlin's flight landed on time, and Chaochao didn't have to wait long before she saw Ji Yanlin dragging his suitcase, accompanied by colleagues as they walked out of the airport.
As he exited, Ji Yanlin was still talking to his colleagues behind him. He frowned slightly, seemingly a bit displeased.
Chaochao stared, lost in thought. It was like back in middle school when Ji Yanlin used to hang out with his "bad friends," always getting into fights and never seemed to want to study.
She once thought that Ji Yanlin would surely become the type of loathed second-generation rich kid in the upper circles.
