"Bro, we're finally here." Gong Zhuang looked out the airplane window, his mouth gaping in amazement.
"So many planes." The last time Gong Zhuang flew was to Hainan Island, and at that time, Beijing's airport was practically empty.
This time, flying to the United States again, Gong Zhuang marveled at the increase in planes.
They didn't expect to see even more planes upon arriving in the United States; it seemed like there was no end to them, not to mention those parked on the tarmac.
Gong Tao also had his first visit to America; he had heard his son and daughter talk about it before, but he just listened without much thought.
Unexpectedly, it was even more bustling here, and within such a short time, countless planes had taken off and landed.
"Kennedy Airport's level of activity is world-renowned," Zhao Xuran stood up, retrieving their hand luggage from the overhead bin.
