Finally, they left Prague and boarded a plane to Paris.
On Chunshan, airplanes were frequently seen. It seemed that these planes weren't really going anywhere, but rather acted like window cleaners for the sky, routinely purifying it so Haicheng could have such a vivid and clear blue sky.
Driving in Haicheng, one could inadvertently see a massive airplane lifting off nearby.
Especially near Pier Three's coastal road, the planes were so large they could be a scene from "Ultraman."
"What are you trying to say with all this?" Su Qing, having had enough of his incessant chatter, finally spoke up, her tone cold.
"After a limited number of flying experiences, I've concluded that I prefer watching planes to flying in them," Gu Ran said.
"Weren't you fighting?" Gege asked, turning around to look.
The passenger with black hair in the next seat glanced over, apparently a Chinese person.