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... he passengers got off slowly.

“Xiao Dong…. Wake up.” Zhai Lei pushed Dong Xuebing lightly. “We touched down.”

Dong Xuebing opened his eyes and looked out of the windows. It’s dark outside. “Oh, we reached so fast?! Thank you, Brother Zhai.”

“Fast? It was almost 11 hours.”

“Haha…. I was deep asleep.”

“Alright. I got to go. Let’s meet again if we have the chance.”

“Sure. It was nice knowing you. Let’s have dinner in Beijing when we are back.”

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