After getting their luggage, Shin Eun-Seo pulled out her sunglasses and put them on. Woo Hye-Bin tilted her head in confusion. “Why did you suddenly put on your sunglasses, unnie?”

Eun-Seo then looked into her pocket mirror and busily tidied up her hair, which had become a mess due to the long flight.

“I have to put this on to survive,” Eun-Seo replied.

“…?” Hye-Bin wasn’t sure what Eun-Seo meant.

“You better tidy up yours too if you want to look good in photos,” Eun-Seo recommended.

Hye-Bin really couldn’t understand what Eun-Seo was talking about, so she just kept watching her with a confused look.

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Charles de Gaulle Airport was located in Paris, France’s capital city. Its arrival hall was packed with countless media staff—cameramen were prepping their cameras, and the reporters and anchors were going through the list of questions they had to ask. Some were from the French public broadcasting station, but there were also some from trashy tabloid magazine agencies. There were even a couple of YouTubers taking videos with their smartphones.

“Isn’t it about time?”

“Yeah, their plane already arrived according to the flight status board, so they’re probably retrieving their luggage right now.”

“I wonder what kind of bullcrap he’ll say to flip other people’s lids.”

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