Bai Xiao looked at Ye Huang puzzled, very worried about Xiangxiang's safety.
"The plane flew out, and it can fly back again." Ye Huang smiled lightly, squeezed Bai Xiao's hand, "Don't worry, if your husband can't handle such a small matter, how can he call himself the Dark Emperor?"
Being able to joke at such a tense moment showed he was very confident.
Bai Xiao nodded, relaxing.
...
The plane was already filled with many passengers, people from different countries, various walks of life, men and women, young and old.
Mu Yurou sighed in relief, sitting down with a sense of liberation, and said to Jim: "How was it? I was right to insist, wasn't I?"
"You're impressive." Jim admired sincerely, "But you'll have to pay me more. Without my help, you couldn't have done it."
"No problem." Mu Yurou smiled smugly.
"But you really plan to throw Xiangxiang out with a parachute?" Jim asked worriedly.
