Everyone was disheartened.
A shadow shrouded the entire mountaintop, and Xia Weibao's death felt like a heavy mountain, making it hard for them to breathe.
The time they had spent together had filled them with immense admiration for that seemingly omnipotent woman.
They simply couldn't believe she was dead.
The heavy atmosphere persisted until someone found a piece of the airplane's cabin door at the foot of the mountain.
Yes, the door of an airplane, thrown intact at the mountain's base.
When they saw this door, everyone's eyes twitched.
What followed was a frenzy of joy.
If the cabin door had fallen, could it mean that Xia Weibao might have escaped alive?
The crowd cheered and then expanded their search.
Just then, from behind the large rock next to them, came a subdued female voice.
"Boss, I'm not joking with you, I really crashed someone else's plane, can you settle my payment for the film first?"
