Sethiyan Federation, Georgetown International Airport.
At 9 o'clock in the morning, Lin Yan arrived at the airport by car, along with a dozen or so foundation personnel, ready to welcome the arrival of an old acquaintance.
She was dressed in a dark brown blouse and white trousers, donning black high heels, and holding a creamy-white handbag. The several Caucasians accompanying her, both men and women, chatted with one another as they waited.
The white Sky People airliner landed on schedule, and before long, a stream of passengers poured into the terminal from the exit.
Professor Li Xianping, carrying a brown leather suitcase and draping a russet-colored suit jacket over his arm, looked slightly disheveled.
His hair was curly, and the sweat on his forehead had yet to be wiped away; his pale yellow shirt was also somewhat wrinkled.
"Professor!" Lin Yan, with sharp eyes, tiptoed and waved to Li Xianping.
Li Xianping gave a wry smile and walked towards her.
