Proofreader: Prof Zhu Yuan In the VIP airport lounge, Bo Yu doubtfully looked at Mr. Zhang and swallowed back the words on the tip of his tongue. Mr. Zhang exhaled deeply and said, “Just speak your mind. Please don’t look at me with such eyes. I can’t stand that.” “H’m,” said Bo Yu, “I fell asleep in the car last night. Who sent me back to the ...