Feng Ciye looked at the plane ticket in his hand, gently pressed down on the baseball cap on his head, and said in a calm tone, "Then you go back, I'm preparing to board."
Feng Ciye saw Feng Huaijin not answering, just staring at him with deep eyes, and suddenly laughed: "Old Seven, I'm going to Japan on your behalf not for you."
Feng Huaijin sneered slightly: "Is that so? Are you going for Su Li? If it's solely for Su Li, you wouldn't have to replace me, you could just go to Japan yourself."
Feng Ciye suddenly quieted down, his fingers rubbing the luggage handle, his expression under the baseball cap was hard to read.
Feng Huaijin looked at him and said: "Thank you... Fourth Brother."
After speaking, Feng Huaijin turned and disappeared into the airport crowd, leaving through another gate beyond Su Li and Feng Huaimu.
Feng Ciye's eyes were unpredictable, and his already bloodless lips suddenly curled up.
He owed both of them.
