"How did you know my flight number?"
Jiang Qingkui stepped forward and took the bouquet from Zhou Wang's hands, discreetly sniffing it before lowering her eyelids and asking.
Hmm, fresh flowers...
Though not the red roses she preferred, it was still a thoughtful gesture.
Caught off guard by Jiang Qingkui's question, Zhou Wang could only awkwardly laugh and say:
"Of course it was Qianqian who told me, who else could it be?"
"Wenxi?"
A flicker of doubt crossed Jiang Qingkui's eyes; she truly couldn't recall telling Xu Wenqian her flight number. She vaguely remembered only mentioning the estimated arrival time.
Nevertheless, given their frequent communication, she might have forgotten. Besides, there are only a few direct flights from Guizhou to Magic City daily. It's normal to guess the flight number if someone wanted to. So, Jiang Qingkui quickly let it go.
"Mr. Zhou, it's perfect that you're here. Let's talk as we walk; I have a lot to discuss with you."
