"Miss Leng, what a coincidence." Lu Ningshuang's unexpected expression on his face felt that fate was really wonderful.

"Hello!" The cold girl smiled and responded generously, but there was a trace of suspicion in her heart, because the coincidence was too dense and deliberate.

"You, is this lady your friend?" Long Xuemei looked at the landing frost and was curious about their relationship. She said she was a friend. But politely alienated.

"Hello, Aunt! My name is Lu Ningxuan. I met Miss Leng on the plane. Lu Ningshuang took the lead in explaining it without waiting for her to speak out.

"Oh! I see! It's really fate." Long Xuemei smiled...