Boarding the flight to Italy, An An slept almost the entire way on the plane.
Zhuo Junyue sat beside her; this girl had so much blood drawn just a few days ago.
If it weren't for such an important matter, he wouldn't have let her come out.
Given her condition, Zhuo Junyue felt she should have stayed home, rested well for a while, and replenished her energy.
Before he got on the plane, he had already arranged for a team to search for the grave.
This way, as soon as they get off the plane, they can save some time.
As long as they find the grave, they won't need to waste too much time.
The old man's birthday is on Tuesday, and they must rush back by Monday.
After a long flight, upon arriving in Italy, it was another scene altogether.
Zhuo Junyue took An An to the hotel first; after such a long flight, she didn't like the airplane food either.
So, Zhuo Junyue had already arranged for a Chinese chef to prepare food at the hotel.
"Dad, did they find the cemetery?"
