Soon, a helicopter appeared in the sky, descending slowly towards us.
When the helicopter landed on the ground, Xu Hao chuckled, "I wonder if the Eldest Young Master of the Song family is familiar with this mode of transportation?"
Song Ji snorted coldly, "Hmph! It's just a helicopter, what's so surprising about it?"
Xu Hao smirked, "True, for the Eldest Young Master of the Song family, a helicopter is nothing new, but do you have one now?"
Song Ji snorted again, "Hmph! It's just a helicopter, why are you so smug about it, is it really necessary?"
Xiao Ling immediately said, "That's right, it's just a helicopter, but you don't have one! Why are you being so sour? If you're so capable, get a helicopter right now, and then I'll acknowledge your greatness!"
"Hmph!"
Song Ji snorted coldly and said to Shu Yonglan, "Yonglan, you know, airplanes aren't reliable. After all, they're flying in the sky, and if there's an accident, it's a guaranteed death."
