The plane landed the next evening, and as soon as An'an got off, she received a call from Rong Yushen: "An'an, where are you?"
"Just got off the plane."
"What they're saying online... is it true?"
An'an lowered her eyes, no longer in the mood to joke with him, and gave an ambiguous answer: "Maybe." Then, she hung up the phone.
Yin Xiaojing said, "The news conference has just started. The reporters should all be there now. Let's go back and pack some stuff. You definitely won't be able to stay where you are for the time being."
An'an was silent for a moment and said, "Sister Xiao Jing... I want to go home."
Yin Xiaojing listened and nodded approvingly: "Alright, but the journalists back home won't be any fewer than here. It's best not to go out once you get back."
"I know."
"Then book a flight for tonight. Leave while the reporters' attention is not on you."
An'an lowered her eyes and nodded, and finally asked anxiously, "He won't be in trouble, will he?"
