At that moment, a childish voice chimed in from behind.
Chen Xuan turned at the sound to find a little boy, looking about four or five years old, with a uniformed man by his side.
"You think flying a plane is simple? Wait until you're accepted into flight school, then you can be choosy."
The man chuckled, playfully squeezing the boy's small face.
"Driving a plane is not difficult. I can do it now. If you don't believe me, let me try. I can undoubtedly drive better than you, Dad."
The little boy pouted, refusing to back down.
"With your short legs, you can't even reach the seat."
The man affectionately ruffled his hair, then said softly, "Wait here for a moment. Daddy needs to take care of some business."
With that, he gestured for the boy to sit on a nearby seat. Then, taking a deep breath, seeming a bit nervous, he approached Shuang Mantang, and respectfully said:
