There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart!
Su Leige felt he was done for.
Falling into Wu Jie's hands, would he still have a life?
This ruthless man who killed without batting an eye, why didn't he make a move at the airport?
Why wait until the plane had climbed to an altitude of ten thousand meters, cruising at high speed?
Was it his plan to kill him and then throw him out the window? To let him fall from the sky and splatter to death?
For some reason, Su Leige felt as if there were thorns in his back.
Subconsciously, he glanced sideways, taking a peek behind him.
Sure enough.
Quite a few people were looking at him with complex gazes.
Sympathy? Pity? Curiosity? Schadenfreude?
Su Leige clenched his fists, feeling very uncomfortable inside.
Turning his head back, he saw Wu Jie's smiling but not smiling face, and his heart turned to ash.
"Come in, let's talk!"
Wu Jie turned halfway to let Su Leige into the flight cockpit.
