Chen Fei also let the two little ones out of their pet carrier. They bounced around the cabin, gleefully chasing and pouncing on one another.
The cabin door closed, and the plane slowly taxied off the apron. After a burst of acceleration, Su Chen felt a slight shudder from the fuselage.
A moment later, when Su Chen looked out the window again, the city of Irkutsk was already beneath him.
...
Imperial Capital Airport, Business Jet Apron!
The private jet, the Yunmengze, slowly came to a stop on the apron. Su Chen had just stepped out of the cabin but hadn't yet started down the stairs when the phone in his hand began to ring. Seeing the caller ID, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
'Heh... this big brother of mine is really something else. It's like he's afraid I *won't* come looking for him!'
The caller was none other than Chen Fan, the one who wanted Su Chen to go to Singapore and strike it rich.
