Lin Fan jumped up suddenly, slapped his beating heart and cursed.
"I feel guilty when I am a thief."
"You thief!"
The partition door opened hard, and his little head stuck in, "I'm messing with you!"
Cold little eyes.
A certain incense disappeared quickly.
"I just want to tell you that it's coming soon."
"Ah? Where?"
"South Korea."
The plane landed at a private airport. As soon as you got off the plane, you saw rows of guys wearing black clothes and black sunglasses standing on both sides.
Underworld!?
Lin Fan’s first thought was that this guy was a gangster boss.
Xiaoxiang jumped off the plane and said a few words of Korean to the person. Her slight aura was like a princess. All of them bent down at her, respectfully.