Just as Ye Fan sent a text message and took back his phone, the door of the VIP room was gently knocked.

Ye Fan raised his head and said lightly: "Who?"

A sweet but somewhat mechanical woman's voice came from the door:

"Hello sir, I'm an airport VIP room waiter."

"There is a little malfunction in the airplane oil station, and you need to wait ten more minutes."

The polite and polite to Fang: "The airport asked me to come over and give you a portion of the seasonal fruit as apologize."

Just as Ye Fan was about to refuse, his ears moved slightly.

He caught the sound of a metal bowstring.

"asshole!"

Ye Fan roared angrily and rolled out of the sofa.
Chapter completed!