Wang Meng issued an order to have Tang Anzhi under surveillance, planning for a second kidnapping.
Tang Anzhi had already evaded everyone, carrying only a black backpack with a laptop inside.
She silently arrived at the airport, passed through security in time, and then boarded a flight to San Francisco.
This time she was dressed in sportswear, her hair tied in a ponytail, and wore a pair of sunglasses that were essential for showing off. Apart from being a bit skinny, she looked youthful and vibrant.
She didn't book a first-class seat but chose economy class instead.
After sitting down, she closed her eyes to rest.
Smith glanced at the young girl beside him, his eyes filled with intense curiosity, but certainly not that of a romantic nature.
He preferred those with voluptuous, bodacious figures.
The girl in front of him looked too thin—hugging her would probably be uncomfortable.
