"This should be a large plane capable of carrying seven hundred people, probably rented from an airline by the authorities."
Tang Ming explained with a smile.
"Tang Ming, where are we sitting?"
At this moment, Meng Xianjun, sitting in the middle, stood up and waved his hand.
"You arrived quite early, but unfortunately our seats are fixed, we seem to be seated at the back."
Tang Ming walked over to greet them, waving the ticket in his hand.
"This is so frustrating, this plane doesn't allow seat selection, we can't sit together!"
Meng Xianjun complained in frustration.
"We don't even need to buy tickets, and you still expect to sit together, what are you thinking?"
Tang Ming glared at Meng Xianjun, then chased after Zhou Xiaoqian and the others.
"Tang Ming, be cautious."
Hua Yingjie reminded worriedly.
"Don't worry."
Tang Ming waved his hand nonchalantly and then sat with Zhou Xiaoqian and the others.
