Chapter 1902

"You know the answer,"

Qing Jiuliu thought of seven or eight days ago and answered in a flat voice. As he spoke, he stood up and poured himself a glass of Bourbon - this time he didn't even bother to pretend that it was another drink. "Airport, the flight attendant."

"Tell me more," lave gently encouraged.

... he had just returned from achios.

Half the time, he didn't take the first-class passage, and so did that time. Qing Jiuliu was alone among the tired passengers who just got off the plane and waited for the border inspection, and no one was aware of his identity.

He doesn't hate this feeling. People are bustling around, coming and going, full of threads and impurities in human life: before this year, I especially wanted to read the economist's last issue of why nations that fail women fail. Today, I finally saw it. Anyway, a book on this topic can hold up. Such a short article is really not enough to read (although I really know the statistics and cause analysis that I should know).