But Luo didn't shout out until the plane took off.
It was a bright day under the clear sky, and Nolan Shi really couldn't open his mouth.
Soren Yu was much more at ease than Nolan Shi, and as there were fewer and fewer fans around him, Soren Yu became more and more casual. When going through security check, he dared to tease Nolan Shi in front of the security officer. After leaving customs, he naturally took Nolan Shi's peripheral bag and put it on his back. When they arrived at the VIP lounge, Soren Yu simply ignored other people. At the same time, Luo sat alone aside, as if the other people who were traveling with him did not exist.
Nolan Shi took Lao Qiao's notebook and was reading it. Soren Yu sat beside Nolan Shi with his eyes closed and dozed off, with one hand resting on the back of the sofa behind Nolan Shi. Their peripheral bags were stacked together and placed aside... Anyone who saw them could tell that the relationship between these two was just average. There were a few passers-by in the VIP lounge, one of whom kept looking at the two of them. Soren Yu knew that others were looking at them, but he didn't hide anything and looked natural.
When the whole club knew about the two people, the accompanying staff was too embarrassed to stare at them and pretended not to notice anything. Chen Huo couldn't stand it, "No, I just want to ask, at what level of players, there are still people who carry peripheral bags for them?"
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