Compared to her anxiety, Mu Shuoqian appeared calm and collected, narrowing his eyes as he watched her, seemingly finding her panic amusing.
"What are you looking at? Do you think I can actually fly over there?" She now wished she had a pair of wings.
"Then just fly over." He looked completely unfazed, as if nothing could stump him; every challenge seemed as simple as lifting a finger to him.
Just like now, Gu Qili stood dumbfounded in front of a massive object, her eyes and jaw nearly dropping to the ground in shock.
It was hard to imagine that just ten minutes ago, she was still fretting in a Maybach, and ten minutes later, she stood in front of a helicopter, stunned, while the people around the small square were sweating bullets.
As for how Mu Shuoqian managed to get the helicopter here, she didn't want to know; he always had a way.
