Just as boarding commenced, trouble arose.
Yang Yaowen felt somewhat fortunate.
He had chosen this flight and it was about to take off.
Even if something happened, they wouldn't be able to find him.
Moreover, this wasn't the Southeast Asia-bound flight he had agreed on with Yang Yaowu, but one heading to a certain country in Europe.
Even if his brother disclosed his situation, they couldn't immediately find him.
However, at that moment, his complexion suddenly turned pale.
He had made over a dozen or twenty phone calls by now; even if he hadn't answered them, a significant amount of time had passed. Why hadn't the plane taken off yet?
Hadn't the announcement just stated that it would take off within fifteen minutes?
It had been about ten minutes since he bought the ticket and boarded, hadn't it?
Why had so much time gone by without takeoff?
Yang Yaowen glanced at the time. It had been twenty-five minutes since he purchased his ticket.
There was a problem!
