Ji Mingyuan ordered Ji Chengzhou to buy plane tickets, the last flight that could take off soon.
Ji Chengzhou knew that a shrewd person like Ji Mingyuan would never reveal his real destination to him. This place they were arriving at was surely just a temporary stop, and Ji Mingyuan definitely had a plan for their next destination.
Carrying out the procedures, security checks, until boarding, took half an hour.
Ji Chengzhou stood under the plane, watching the crew members push Ji Mingyuan onto the plane.
At the entrance of the cabin, Ji Mingyuan turned back to look at his nephew, who had been staring at him unblinkingly, and curled his lips into a smug, contemptuous smile.
As if to say: You lost, you'll never rival me.
Ji Chengzhou's face remained composed, the airport wind blowing his short hair into disarray across his forehead, yet he stood tall like a pine, as if no storm could knock him down.
The more dire the situation, the calmer he appeared.
