As the helicopter slowly ascended, Shen Li was still a bit dazed. She had changed into the most ordinary home clothes and was covered with a blanket that Shen Yu had brought. The helicopter looked quite old from the outside, an old military model, but its interior was extraordinarily luxurious.
The genuine leather luxury sofa was more than enough to lie down and sleep on, with all sorts of drinks and snacks on the bar beside it. This didn't feel like fleeing at all; it felt more like a luxury travel group.
"You should sleep a bit more, it's going to be a long trip to Somalia," Shen Yu, who was piloting the helicopter, said, turning his head towards Shen Li with a faint smile on his face.
Looking at his faint smile, Shen Li's expression became somewhat dazed as she said, "Your body..."
It hadn't been twenty-four hours since the surgery, and Shen Yu's face was somewhat pale. Driving a helicopter so soon, was that really okay?