Hurriedly, he picked up the phone and dialed a regular cell number, but the signal still wasn't going through.
The two men exchanged a glance, both feeling a tense sense of crisis.
"Check with civil aviation; they have to file a flight plan with the local air traffic control before taking off," a clear, calm voice called out, its poise undisturbed, floating down from upstairs.
Both men looked up to see Ye Lu descending the stairs slowly, her expression composed, her voice crisp and sharp.
Upon seeing her, Feiyu's face darkened. She must have watched the video, and yet she acted as if nothing was amiss. Hearing that Third Young Master Jun was in trouble, she didn't show the slightest hint of panic.
Such a heartless woman.
"Humph, I can't believe you'd actually care about Third Young Master," he said with hostility in his tone. Yet he knew Ye Lu made sense and immediately grabbed the phone to check with civil aviation through some connections.
Then his face turned even uglier.
