C169 Greedy Eyes

It was April in Jiangnan, and there was a comfortable warm breeze in the air. Grass grew like birds, red flowers and green grass. In the fields near the airport, there were a lot of bright-golden and vibrant oil cauliflower blooms, brimming with vitality.

On the way, I received a text message from Hai Zhu: "Bro — what are you and Sister Qiu doing in Mingzhou?"

I replied, "In the meeting