Shanghai Airport, a Boeing 747 sped down the runway for kilometers before roaring into the sky.
Inside the cabin, everyone appeared calm and resigned except for a young man, whose face was ashen, his hands clenched tightly around the seat as if fearing the plane would drop out of the sky at any moment.
"Sasaki!"
Tang Yi, sitting beside him, couldn't help but laugh as he patted Sasaki's shoulder to comfort him, "Relax, airplanes are the pinnacle of technological achievement and have been safely used for almost a hundred years now. You have nothing to worry about!"
"No... It's not that, sir!" Sasaki quickly glanced at the window next to him before immediately turning back, his face ghastly pale.
