An Yang's heart felt bittersweet, "I was afraid of this, that's why I didn't tell you, blockhead..."
"You know to call your sister, but you don't need to call your brother?" Huo Zhao turned around and asked him.
An Yang awkwardly scratched his head, completely at a loss for words.
"Sometimes, I go to Japan for training, so you don't need to act like you have to tough it out for three years. You didn't take your sister's card, what about mine?" Huo Zhao grabbed An Yang's backpack, pulled out his wallet, and stuffed his own card into it, "I've hardly used any money these years, you go and settle in first."
"Blockhead..."
"The password is your birthday."
After saying that, Huo Zhao lowered his head to take out his passport and ID card, handed them to the check-in counter in front of him, and reminded him, "Check in."
