The young man He Zhiyao pulled over was a big, young boy.
He looked like he had just stepped out of school to start working.
With impatience, he turned his head and glanced at Xu Ji, and upon seeing Xu Ji's face, he paused slightly, probably mistaking him for a celebrity, and muttered, "Haven't seen him before."
Then he replied, "Something big happened. Just got the news—about half an hour ago, a flight coming in from H Country mysteriously disappeared over the sea for around twenty minutes before suddenly exploding. The news has just been confirmed."
Xu Ji blurted out, "Which flight?"
The young man seemed to be in a hurry, hurriedly replied with the flight number, and then rushed off towards the relatives' area.
Xu Ji felt a bout of dizziness.
It was as though blood surged from the soles of his feet upwards, overwhelming him with such intense stimulation that his body shook, and uncontrollably, he fell to his knees with a thud.
Yet he felt no pain.
