The private jet of the Hu Corporation quickly climbed in altitude. Qing Chen sat on the sofa inside the cabin, staring out the window, lost in thought.
He didn't even pay attention to the crew members quietly whispering.
"Go, go, you said you dream about him every day. It's rare to see him again, don't miss the chance."
"Yes, such a good opportunity, ordinary people wouldn't encounter this in a lifetime."
Minutes later, a flight attendant crouched beside Qing Chen and mustered a beautiful smile: "Mr. Qing, shall I help you stow this bag?"
Qing Chen raised his hand to stop her: "No need, this bag cannot be touched."
The flight attendant curiously examined the backpack, feeling it was strange, with a pull-ring on the outside whose purpose was unclear.
This thing seemed more like... a parachute bag?
Who brings a parachute bag on a plane? Is it for jumping off if the plane crashes...
