Rainy night, Bin International Hotel.
In the executive suite of Seven Thousand One Nights, Yang Yang was holding an eyebrow trimmer and carefully trimming his rebellious eyebrow on the right in the bathroom mirror. The phone rang, and it was a message from the assistant: "Mr. Yang, Miss Xue's flight is delayed. She won't land until 11pm at the earliest. Why don't you go and take a rest first?"
