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The passengers had already left the plane. The flight attendant was also prepared to inspect the aircraft for the last time, but to her surprise, she found that there was someone inside the plane that she thought was already empty, and that there was actually someone who had yet to leave from an inconspicuous corner. The flight attendant walked to the back of the plane while stepping on her high heels with a kind smile on her face, and only when she arrived in front of the sleeping Shang Xiaomo did she stop to extend her hand and gently pat Shang Xiaomo, who was wrapped in a small blanket, "Hello, pleaseeak."

"Miss, you have arrived in M Country." When the flight attendant heard that it was a Chinese, she stopped greeting him in English.

"If it wasn't yours, then who could it have been?" When Shang Xiaomo woke up, she found that someone had carefully covered her with a blanket.

"Oh, so it's like that."

Shang Xiaomo felt very warm in her heart. She folded the blanket casually and got off the plane.

However, the flight attendant beside her had not left yet. She stood to the side with a look as if she had something to say. "Excuse me, do you have any other matters?"

"Nothing, just want to ask if you have someone you want to see outside the airport?" The flight attendant still had to clean the cabin, so her good attitude indicated that Shang Xiaomo should get off the plane.

Shang Xiaomo naturally understood this very well, she didn't want to delay the work of the flight attendant any longer, and just got off the plane in a daze.

The airport was always an incredibly busy place, where people quickly sent off groups after groups of guests. It seemed that there were not many people who stopped at the airport, as they all hurried towards their own destinations with expressions on their faces. It was Shang Xiaomo's first time here, so she felt extremely at a loss.

When she walked out of the terminal hall and looked at this unfamiliar country, rows upon rows of buildings, filled with a modern atmosphere, the wide and tidy streets, all the signs and slogans in English, all of them coming and going as they came from foreigners. While speaking English that she wasn't really familiar with, Shang Xiaomo didn't know anyone else, she just felt that she was a little out of place with the environment here.

Shang Xiaomo, who had been stunned for a while on the street, suddenly remembered that he had something important to do. Just as he was about to take out his phone to make a call, he couldn't find his own phone no matter how hard he rummaged.

"Damn it, could he have been stolen on the plane?" Shang Xiaomo couldn't help but curse. She really wanted to cry, but no tears would come out.

"She won't be so unlucky, will she? Does the heavens have to do this to her?" Shang Xiaomo carefully searched her entire body once more before finally confirming that her phone was gone without a trace.

Although he just received the warmth of a stranger on the plane, a change had happened to him. He didn't know when his phone had been lost, or if it had been stolen.

Shang Xiaomo, who had always pretended to be strong, could not continue pretending at this moment. Facing the passing crowd and the environment that she was not familiar with, Shang Xiaomo could not help but raise her head with a determined look in her eyes, preventing her tears from flowing down.

"She really doesn't know what to do now. It's so cold for her to live in a foreign land." Shang Xiaomo was wondering where she should go from now on.

"Hello, Prettygirl." raised his head and saw a man wearing a pair of big sunglasses, which covered almost half of his face. The voice that came from behind the glasses was indeed a hoodlum.

His intuition told Shang Xiaomo that it would be better to ignore such a man.

Shang Xiaomo turned his head and ignored the man's words, treating him as a frivolous and casual man. Seeing that Shang Xiaomo did not pay attention to him, the man did not get angry, but only took off his sunglasses, and instead smiled, thinking that he was extremely handsome. He went up to her and asked, "Miss Shang Xiaomo, is it?"

Hearing that he actually knew his name, Shang Xiaomo turned around and even took two steps back to keep a safe distance between them. Looking left and right, Shang Xiaomo only felt that the man in front of him looked a little familiar. But she could not remember where she had seen him.

Suddenly, a thought struck Shang Xiaomo, and the man in front of her right now matched up with a picture in her memories.

"You are... Jing An? " Shang Xiaomo walked forward a few steps and saw the man's face more clearly, but she wasn't so sure.

"Are you really Jing An?" Looking at his clothes, Shang Xiaomo really couldn't believe it at all. This was the legendary famous doctor Jing An, who didn't seem to match up to the person in front of him at all.

A pair of peach blossom eyes did not make him feminine. His face that was facing the light seemed to be even better than a woman's. He was clearly a very handsome and refined man, so why did he … Uh, how should he put it?

"If it wasn't me, who else would it be?" Jing An grumbled a little, and did not blame the beauty in front of him. After all, in front of a beautiful woman, she still had to be reserved, not to mention, if he were to calculate things now, this girl in front of him was his superior.

"However, Miss Shang still remembers me. I am truly honored." His tone of voice finally allowed Shang Xiaomo to find a word to describe his temperament, yuppie. Right, it was very suitable for him.

"You make it sound like we've seen it before." Maybe it was because Jing An's hearing was too good, but he could hear Shang Xiaomo's soft muttering.

Jing An supported himself with his chin against the window, and his face had a teasing smile, "We have indeed met before, it seems like the Miss Shang truly has forgotten all about important people."