Lin Yebai felt a pang of discomfort and self-reproach as he observed her reaction.
In her dealings with him, she had always shown respect, trust, and dependence, never before. But now, as he approached her, he could see in those beautiful eyes a flicker of fear, a hint of evasion, as if one more step would mean harming her.
Recalling how he had brought her here in such an abrasive manner not long ago, he finally stopped in his tracks. "No, it’s just that Xiaojin called and said your fake ID and passport will arrive soon. We can go to the waiting area."
Hearing that, the wariness in her eyes seemed to lessen.
So, she stood up, taking the bottle of water with her, and followed behind him.
Seeing this, Lin Yebai said nothing more and led her towards the departure lounge on the second floor.
Tokyo’s Narita International Airport is very large. Each international flight’s departure gate is quite some distance away. So, to catch their flight home, they needed to go to the departure hall in Zone A on the second floor to enter the lounge.
However, just as they were about to step onto the elevator, sudden commotion arose at the entrance of the waiting hall—the very place Ye Ning had been seated facing the entrance.
Ye Ning, walking behind, turned her head upon hearing the noise...
"It’s definitely the CEO of the Ou Group; look, he has finally arrived!"
"My God, he really isn’t dead. Quick, photographers, follow!"
"Hurry up, this is a front-page story, come on!"
In less than a minute, the once suspicious-looking crowd Ye Ning had observed, now armed with cameras and microphones, surged towards the entrance.
As it turned out, they were reporters!
Ye Ning watched in surprise, curious as to whom they were surrounding. But just then, a hand unexpectedly reached out, grabbing her arm tightly. "Why aren’t you moving? We’re running out of time!"
Ye Ning glanced back, about to say something, but the person was already pulling her briskly towards the escalator.
Seeing this, Ye Ning said nothing, frowned slightly, and followed him.
The entrance was still quite far from their position. It was understandable that she couldn’t hear what they were saying, but neither of them expected that as reporters crowded the entrance, the number of onlookers began to grow more and more...
"Mr. Ou, there were reports that you had met with misfortune; can you tell us what really happened?"
"Mr. Ou, we’re truly relieved to see you safe. Can you explain what happened at that time?"
"Mr. Ou, has the Japanese police been informed about the incident?"
They were two people who, caught in a stream of bodies, couldn’t move forward at all. Cameras were everywhere, microphones surrounded them, and the crowd, as if having planned it, completely blocked off any passage as soon as they appeared.
Ye Ning had intended to take the elevator, but as she overheard passersby seemingly mentioning "Ou Group," a sudden flutter stirred in her heart, and her steps slowed.