The baffling complaint left Feng Shan bewildered.
Before Feng Shan could even react, Andrei had stormed into the cabin, leaving him standing there alone.
Feng Shan stood dazed in the cold wind, a mix of emotions in his heart.
He didn't know whether to feel down about Natasha's departure or exasperated by Andrei's words.
A biting cold wind howled and swirled around the Crown Land Airport.
The propellers of the Beechcraft King Air 350 spun rapidly, emitting a deafening roar.
The powerful airflow kicked up the thick snow on the ground, forming white curtains of snow that rushed straight toward Feng Shan as he stood by the runway.
The force of the blast pushed him back several steps. He swayed for a moment before managing to steady himself.
The plane moved slowly along the runway.
It started off slowly, but as the engines roared to life, it picked up speed.
The wheels screeched against the runway.
At the end of the runway, the Beechcraft King Air lifted off.
