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The Bentley slowly came to a stop at the drop-off area of the VIP departure level.
Tang Song didn't get out of the car immediately. Instead, he turned his head to look at the scheming campus beauty beside him, who had remained silent.
With a smile, he asked knowingly, "What's the matter?"
"No... nothing." Shen Yuyan brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, trying to act calm. "I was thinking about President Tang's work arrangements just now. Don't worry, I'll make sure to complete them diligently."
"Good luck, Assistant Shen." Tang Song patted her somewhat damp stockings.
He pushed open the car door and got out.
He walked through the exclusive security channel and entered the VIP lounge.
Tang Song sat down in a quiet corner.
He admired the spectacular sight of the giant planes taking off and landing on the tarmac outside the window, then turned on his phone.
As he dealt with a backlog of emails, he waited for his flight.
"Buzz buzz buzz—"
A WhatsApp message popped up.
