C85 Love

Chenghui stood in front of the luggage conveyor belt, beating up and down nervously.

He hoped that it would turn quickly, pick it up and run. The left did not look like the right, and the right did not look like it. He was in a trance again. Could it be that he had forgotten to ship it? That was good too. He looked at Shu Wei again.

They were actually on the same plane