Back home, Logan Ray hurried upstairs without even greeting his mother sitting on the couch.
"Logan, why did you just get back? Where did you stay last night, and why are you in such a rush?" Lana Zachary stood up from the couch, turned her head, and looked puzzled at her son's back.
"I'm hurrying to catch a flight," Logan tossed back without turning his head, his figure already disappearing around the corner of the staircase.
"Catch a flight?" Lana Zachary repeated frowningly, quickly catching on and hurrying up the stairs after him.
The nearly sixty-year-old woman, although slightly puffy in stature, still carried a demeanor of elegance. Lana Zachary wore a dark purple cheongsam dress and small-heeled high heels, so she wasn't as fast as her son.
Thus, she anxiously asked from behind.
"Logan, where are you going? What flight are you catching?"
"Mom, I'm in a hurry, I'll talk to you later."
