"What do you mean?" Xiao Qing was a bit puzzled by Song Yun's inexplicable words.
"Haha, beauty equals trouble. Being with you always means being prepared for trouble." Song Yun said with a smile. The man next to them, who was reading a newspaper and about to turn the page, paused his action for a brief moment.
Xiao Qing smiled but didn't respond.
The airport loudspeaker broadcast a reminder for passengers to board the flight, precisely the flight Song Yun and Xiao Qing were taking. Song Yun stood up, carrying Xiao Qing's luggage, and headed to the ticket gate. The middle-aged man hurriedly put away his newspaper and followed with his laptop bag. Surprisingly, he was on the same flight as Song Yun.
Passengers naturally lined up to check their tickets. Xiao Qing was in front of Song Yun, whether intentionally or unintentionally, with the middle-aged man lined up behind Song Yun. The line quickly moved forward, soon only a dozen people remained ahead.
