563 Chilling Summer

It was the seventeenth of July, Friday, Huacheng, Heishui Airport.

After getting away from the driver, Lou Cheng waited patiently. At the meantime, he formed a group with Xiao Ming and played a few rounds of games.

When the app updated him that Yan Zheke's flight would be landing soon, he quickly told the group that this would be his last round. With his mind on other things, he was quickly killed.

After some time, Yan Zheke switched on her phone and sent a message to Lou Cheng to confirm that she had landed.

"I've been waiting. [Hands on the waist, acting cockily expression]" replied Lou Cheng.

"Didn't I do the same when you fly to Connecticut? [Roll eyes expression]". There's this guy who wanted to help me with my luggage after seeing that it was heavy. His expression was truly amazing when he saw me get it myself."