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For the first time, Cheng Anya felt dizzy from sitting in a fighter-bomber. As it was nighttime, it was pitch black and she could not see a thing. Third Young Master Ye flew the plane relatively smoothly, and the bumpiness disappeared after a moment.

As she felt much more comfortable, she praised somebody and Third Young Master Ye was clearly in glee.

He felt his self-image greatly elevated.

When Cheng Anya saw him gloat in glee, she felt the urge to troll him. As they were flying at high altitudes, the risk factor from provoking him and losing their lives in the process was too high. Cheng Anya, clearly, was not stupid.

"There's nobody pursuing us, huh?" Cheng Anya asked in a worrying tone.

"Even if you do not know a thing, you still must have common sense. Can helicopters catch up with us?" Third Young Master Ye looked sideways at her and laughed. He said, "Relax. Get some sleep, and we should have landed once you are awake."