Ling Chen frowned tightly as he quickly walked to the glass windows of the waiting hall, watching the airplanes coming and going on the runway. Within moments, his gaze locked onto a small Boeing aircraft.
Nanrong Wanqing was on that plane, less than a kilometer away from him.
Looking at the Boeing aircraft with flashing lights, waiting for the takeoff signal, Ling Chen gritted his teeth and determinedly walked towards the airport's exit.
"Hey, Ling Chen, where are you going?" Xia Mutong called out from behind.
Ling Chen acted as if he hadn't heard, accelerating his pace and running out of the airport. He got into his car, and without waiting for Xia Mutong to catch up, Ling Chen started the vehicle and quickly drove towards the airport's VIP lane.
If others can't be relied upon, then he could only rely on himself.
The bastard!
