When Song Yunxuan composedly got on the plane, the homesick feeling covered her canthi and tips of the brows.

Merely, the flight attendants in the first-class stateroom were extraordinarily respectful to her.

Chu Mochen slightly frowned. Seeing that she softly rubbed the jade ring on her finger, he said, "Have you predicted all these affairs from the beginning?"

"How could it be?" She looked at him smilingly. "I'm not some kind of supernatural ...