From the port city to Haicheng, the flight was not far away. The airplane climbed up to a height of 1000 meters, and the heart of Song and July seemed to be hovering over that height.

No matter what, it's not quiet. It was about 8 p.m.

when I got off the plane.

The night in Haicheng is very dark.

Song Lianheng sent a driver to pick her up.

Sure enough, the driver was waiting at the exit of the tunnel, and when he saw her, he recognized her.

"Miss July, Song always sent me to pick you up." The driver went up the front lane.

It was another toss...