The trees around had all been replanted.
Dark Hall's plane was parked on the clearing, where Wei Bei and two others were chatting.
"The master has arrived," Wei Bei reminded.
Wei Xi and Wei Nan turned their heads to look, as the man's tall figure slowly approached, without Ye Jiuliang by his side.
The three spoke in unison, "Master."
Li Mochan nodded in response, and the three parted to make way; the cabin door was open, and he strode towards the plane.
"Li Mochan."
The cool voice, with its unique tone, chased after him from behind.
Li Mochan retracted his step and turned around, his eyes dazzled by the sight of the woman running towards him.
Wei Xi and the others exchanged a smile and boarded first, leaving them a private space.
See, they were quite observant, determined not to be the third wheel.
Running too hastily, she was a bit out of breath; Li Mochan reached out to steady her.
His thin lips curled into a smile, "Why have you run over here?"
