A few hours later, the plane landed at Sydney Airport.
Sydney is in the Northern Hemisphere, and it was winter at the moment. As soon as they got off the plane, a wave of cold air hit them, with snowflakes swirling outside the window, draping everything in silver-white as if in another world.
"What's going on? Why did Mr. Tang suddenly come over for an inspection?" The person who came to pick them up asked cautiously.
"You ask me, who am I supposed to ask?" The assistant lowered his voice, clearly in a bad mood.
"You're Mr. Tang's personal assistant, if not you, then who?" The person spoke in a matter-of-fact tone.
