C412 Fly to Paris
It was already late, Chen Lang was sitting on the plane. It should be 9 pm when they arrived in Paris, if they were in time, they could see Qiqi. Chen Lang was burning with anxiety, while the middle-aged man beside him was indifferent and only focused on sleeping.
The middle-aged man beside him was Wang, the driver of Qi Qi's house. Chen Lang had a deep impression of this driver