"William, where did you get this camera?"
William rubbed his face full of fat. "Huh? Haven't I always had it?"
"Did you have it before boarding the plane?"
"Of course!"
"Really..."
"What's wrong, Mr. Yi? Plane Amnesia Syndrome?"
"Syndrome... illness... That term sounds familiar."
"All right! Time to get off the plane, you two. Once we find that thing, we'll have enough food and clothing for a long time!"
As William squeezed his fat body through the aisle to clear a path for the two of them, Yi Chen did not follow. Instead, he remained seated in his original spot. Even when Lainey stepped over him, he showed no reaction.
After all the passengers had left the plane, William's fat head was still sticking out of the doorway, his camera aimed directly at the only remaining person in the cabin: Yi Chen.
"Why isn't Mr. Yi leaving? We may not have a time limit, but another client might get there before us."
"You two go. I'm not going."
"Why?" William walked back with the camera in his hand, keeping the lens aimed at Yi Chen in his seat the entire time.
"It's meaningless. I don't want to raise the money anymore. Whether my mother lives or dies has nothing to do with me."
"Huh? That's hilarious, Mr. Yi... If my mother still had one breath left, I'd definitely take out a million. Not taking out five hundred thousand~ wouldn't do either. Ten thousand? No, I'd still have to buy lubricant for my wife, and I'd need to buy another spare wife too.
"Forget it, I'm in no position to criticize you~ If I didn't want to pay either, that would be perfectly normal. Birth, aging, sickness, and death are part of life. Speaking of which, Mr. Yi, don't you want