After dinner, the two went to the airport.

Huo Shiqian offered to arrange a private jet to pick her up, but Qiao Wanwan found it too troublesome and refused outright.

Zhan Jingting owns several private jets, but he is currently recuperating at home due to health reasons and flies relatively little.

Since it's a rare trip, of course I'll use it.

I landed in Haicheng at around 8 p.m.

Huo Shiqian personally came to the airport to pick them up, and said as he drove, "Mr. Zhan, Ms. Qiao, thank you for making this trip."

Zhan Jingting said calmly, "Call her Madam Zhan."

Huo Shiqian: "..."

Qiao Wanwan: "......"

She suppressed a laugh and nudged the man beside her, "It's just a form of address, why are you taking it so seriously?"

Zhan Jingting said, "I've always been serious about things."

"......"

Huo Shiqian smiled gently, "I will be more careful about how I address you in the future."

“Actually, there’s no need to be so polite,” Qiao Wanwan said with a smile. “Your mother and I are already friends. She just calls me Wanwan, and you can call me that too.”

Zhan Jingting: "......"

The man held Qiao Wanwan's hand, subtly applying a little pressure, a silent warning.

Qiao Wanwan immediately retaliated even more forcefully and gave him a warning look.

Zhan Jingting: "......"

Huo Shiqian saw the two people's little actions through the rearview mirror and immediately found it interesting.

However, he was always good at reading people's expressions, and immediately said, "You and my mother are friends, but we are not that close yet. It would be better if I called you Madam Zhan."

“Either is fine.” Qiao Wanwan got back to the main topic, “Tell me about your grandfather’s condition, when did he start to fall ill?”