The plane jolted again, breaking the spell she was under. She gripped the back of his chair firmly with both hands while glaring at him. He chuckled wickedly, delighted by her horror. His cruelty truly knew no bounds.
Who knew the Dragon, of all people, understood that some things were funny despite how ridiculous they were. "Did you know that private jets have a higher rate of crashing than commercial planes? Statistics show that it is likelier for us to die in this jet than in a commercial plane," Qian Meng told him firmly.
Mo Qingchen pressed his lips together to hide a smile. "Well, we'll go to heaven hand in hand, then."
"Or hell," Qian Meng retorted.
Yin Ah's assets were suddenly thrust in her face. "Looks like we may be in for a bumpy ride, sir."
Where had she come from?
"I gathered," he replied dismissively, his eyes never leaving Qian Meng.
