[Fu Tingxi, I want to take leave tonight.
No approval.
Jiang Muyao looked at the messages on her phone, snorted coldly, picked up the luggage she had prepared early in the morning, and slipped out of the house.
As soon as I arrived at the airport, I received news that my flight was delayed.
I frowned and walked to the check-in counter, planning to change my flight. I had to go out and hide for a while today anyway.
Man's calculation is not as good as God's calculation, and all flights are delayed.
Jiang Muyao waited desperately in the waiting room. The door opened and the man walked in with a wicked smile.
"Where are you going, Mrs. Fu, in a hurry?"
"Fu Tingxi, are you responsible for the flight?" Jiang Muchao picked up the bag in her hand and threw it at the man.
Fu Tingxi reached out and took it, holding it firmly in his arms.
"If you don't approve the leave, you'll run away and you'll be out of luck!"
