"So... I'm giving it to you!"
Lee Ningning placed the worn purse into Lin Xian's hands, gripping his palm tight, and smiled at the miraculous man:
"Lin Xian, I wish you safe travels."
...
Lin Xian clenched his right fist, feeling the warmth of the purse.
He didn't say much, just accepted it and put it into his pocket:
"This time, I'll skip the formalities."
Lin Xian stood up and looked at Lee Ningning, who was a head shorter than him:
"I will return it to you personally... with the gifts I brought you."
He waved his hand and turned around.
Lin Xian bid farewell to Lee Ningning and approached the helium balloon filled with gas.
He patted Big Face Cat's helmet and tapped Ah Zhuang on the shoulder:
"Let's go."
...
Whoooooosh!!
At an altitude of twenty thousand meters, even within the stratosphere, the cold wind was still biting.
