The flight attendant quickly scurried away, while Lin Wanqiu hid behind the seats a dozen meters away.
Secretary Sun and Fu Ying were peeking around curiously.
The passengers in the front part of the business class also got up and fled to the rear.
Song Guanchao twisted the knob on the microwave oven all the way to the max and then, turning around, left unhurriedly.
As he walked by, he noticed Secretary Sun and Fu Ying still sitting there and grabbed Fu Ying's arm: "Move further away."
"And me too!"
Secretary Sun hurriedly followed.
The group hid behind the last row of seats, listening to the sound of the microwave heating and their hearts tensed to the extreme.
Secretary Sun swallowed hard, "Brother Song, this won't blow up the plane, will it?"
That was what everyone else was worried about.
This is in mid-air, what if the plane explodes, what do we do?
"It's not powerful enough to blow it up."
