The plane landed on time, and Fang Hui went to help her with her luggage. As soon as An Ran got off the plane, she immediately turned on her phone; someone had mentioned yesterday that he'd have time to pick her up today.
The research institute had a different nature than a regular hospital, so Mu Xingfeng rarely had any personal time. The last time she returned to the Imperial City, he couldn't find the time and had his brother and sister pick her up.
When she turned on her phone, Mu Xingfeng's message was already waiting in the inbox, telling her he was waiting for her at the exit.
Upon seeing the message, An Ran's heart became more eager. Seeing Fang Hui still in line over there, she said a word to Zhang Liang and hurriedly walked towards the exit.
Mu Xingfeng wasn't in formal attire. A dark wool coat accentuated his tall and straight figure; just standing there, his presence seemed to extend to eight feet.
