Feng Yi lay down comfortably, covered by a blanket and reading a magazine.
Yu Fei and Feng Xiaochen were beside him. The little fellow was in good condition and did not feel uncomfortable at the moment. Like his father, he was also covered with a blanket. The only difference was that he was lying on Yu Fei's body.
"Feng Yi, do you have many private planes?" The temperature of the air conditioner was just right. The seats were soft and spacious. The freshly made snacks were steaming. They were fragrant and soft. After eating a piece, his mouth was filled with the taste of happiness. For the first time, Yu Fei realized the benefits of having money.
She remembered that she used to sit in economy class and could not even put her legs down. The plane meals were also terrible. Once, she went to a small country to film a drama. After flying for six hours, her legs were numb when she arrived at her destination.
