The passenger cabin was in a mess. The cries and prayers of the passengers, as well as the whistling of the strong wind that poured into the cabin, were mixed together. The cockpit door was damaged, and the wind from the broken windshield blew directly into the passenger cabin.
The first - Class cabin was slightly better. There were not many passengers, and the quality of the passengers was higher. Under the advice of the flight attendants, they could still sit in their seats quietly. Of course, they were also scared pale, and many of them kept crossing their hands in front of their chests and praying.
Feng Jing was more worried about Xia ruofei's safety since he had not returned.
At this moment, the purser Guli walked over and whispered in her ear that her friend was in the cockpit and asked her to go with her. She immediately stood up and followed Guli to the cockpit.