"Ah?" Little Wang was surprised. He wondered what Yang Ming meant, "Sir... Do you have any other requests?"
"It's not really a request," said Yang Ming. "Do you have a satellite phone on your plane?"
"We do have it, sir..." Little Wang nodded, not knowing what Yang Ming was planning to do since he suddenly asked about the satellite phone.
"Okay, bring me to it so I can make a call and we will talk as we walk," said Yang Ming. He unbuckled his seat belt and stood up.
"This... Okay!" Little Wang glanced at Zhang Baogong, signaling him to leave quickly. Then he brought Yang Ming to make the satellite phone call.
Zhang Baogong looked at Yang Ming furiously and muttered in his mouth, "Darn, you are lucky this time, brat. Just wait and see, I won't let you go easily. When you arrive at Donghai, I won't let you get out of the airport!"
