The Hu Group's private jet rapidly gained altitude. Qing Chen sat on the cabin sofa, staring out the window, lost in thought.
He did not even notice the crew whispering among themselves.
"Go on, go on. Didn't you say you dreamed about him every day? You finally got to see him again—aren't you going to seize the chance?"
"Exactly. An opportunity this good might not come along even once in an ordinary person's lifetime."
A few minutes later, a flight attendant crouched beside Qing Chen and summoned every ounce of strength she had to put on a beautiful smile. "Mr. Qing, shall I put this bag away for you?"
Qing Chen raised a hand to stop her. "No. This bag can't be touched."
The flight attendant curiously examined the backpack. It felt strange somehow. There was even a pull ring on the outside, and she had no idea what it was for.
This looked more like a parachute pack.
Who brought a parachute pack onto a plane? Was he planning to jump if the plane crashed? ...At that thought, the young flight attendant remembered her last harrowing experience and could not help but shudder.
Qing Chen slowly reassured her, "Don't worry. You'll be fine."
As he spoke, he placed the parachute pack on the seat beside him and lowered his head to continue looking at his phone.
"You seem to have something on your mind?" the flight attendant asked quietly.
Qing Chen nodded. "A lot of friends have left. Go attend to your work. I'd like to be alone for a while."
Private jets had internet access.
By now, news outlets in the Outer World had begun reporting on Li Yunshou. Some still believed the Li family had betrayed the Eastern Continent Federation, while others thought Li Yunshou was a