Time passed by the second, and Zhang Menglong lay on the couch like nothing was amiss, eating and drinking as usual, while Lu Yiyao watched him with a worried expression. Wang Ling's girlfriend had gone to change her clothes, while Wang Ling himself lay sprawled at the window, muttering something under his breath.
"What are you doing, eat something, what can you see by plastering yourself against the window? Looking for God?" Zhang Menglong picked up a grape and hurled it at Wang Ling's head.
"What are you doing! We could get shot down any minute now, and you're still messing around! Why aren't you worried at all?" Wang Ling felt that Zhang Menglong was treating their lives like a joke.
"That's because I'm absolutely confident!" Zhang Menglong said, "When have you ever seen me at a disadvantage? Just a pair of fighter jets, what's there to be afraid of? I told you, someone will come to break it up soon..."
