United States.
Manor.
"Haha, Tang Qing, thanks to your kind words, my father-in-law is safe now." Hanging up the phone, Ge Feng happily walked into the hall and said to Tang Qing.
Now.
He can sleep peacefully.
Moreover.
Today, Hummingbird is going public, it's a double celebration. Hearing Ge Feng's words, Tang Qing, who already knew, just smiled, "That's really great."
Upon hearing this.
Ge Feng chuckled, and drank two more bowls of porridge.
...
After the meal.
Helipad.
"Tada!"
The helicopter's propeller whipped up the biting cold wind fiercely. Winter in New York, temperatures have dropped below zero, its latitude is about the same as Beijing.
Driving is too slow, so he simply took the helicopter directly.
Onboard.
"Comfortable!"
Ge Feng lay on the sofa.
Generally.
Private helicopters have relatively small interior spaces, but Tang Qing's helicopter, shaped like a rescue helicopter, has a large interior space, and is luxuriously modified.
But.
