The other two bodyguards were also behind Situ Yan, helping him install the parachute.
The plane started shaking continuously, Xia Xiaonuan held onto the seat, barely able to stand steady. The air was almost completely shrouded in white mist.
Situ Yan moved swiftly and deftly, but the parachute installation was somewhat complicated. As he helped her put it on, he calmly said, "Xiaonuan, make sure you hold onto my hand later, alright? When we get close to the ground, at 00 meters, remember to press this red button beside you, got it?"
Xia Xiaonuan's legs were trembling, unable to understand how Situ Yan could talk about such a terrifying life-or-death escape so calmly!
"Are we... going to die? Jumping from such a height, can we really survive?"
"We will, we definitely will!" Situ Yan looked at her and said firmly. In truth, he wasn't sure if they could survive either, his fear was no less than Xia Xiaonuan's. Especially since another plane was carrying Nangong Feihong.
