He spoke logically, but how could Mr. Xing be so easily deceived?
With a cold snort, his gaze narrowed dangerously as he spoke conclusively, "Meng Uncle, it's too late. At nine this morning, the military court handed down a ruling for the crime of causing an accident with weapons equipment, mere four years of sentencing. Minister Chang should be able to wait, right?"
General Meng seemed startled, his lips parted, but in the end, he didn't continue to speak.
He stood up, called his guards over, exchanged a few polite, cordial words with a smile, and then left with a firm stride.
In the office, only Lian Qiao and he remained, the large clock ticking away. Hesitating slightly, she hooked the corner of her lips into a smile and asked, "Liehuo, are you seriously planning to pilot the plane yourself? With that kind of weather conditions—"
