Erica and Demi were huddled together, their faces pale. They clearly hadn't recovered from the scare.
"I'm sorry, it was my fault!" Old Tom continued to apologize.
"Forget it. I'll drive. You take the passenger seat."
Feng Shan waved his hand, his heart still pounding from the incident.
After that terrifying moment, he really didn't dare let Old Tom drive again.
It was much safer to have his own hands on the steering wheel.
He then waved for everyone to get back in the car.
The car started up again and drove smoothly toward the flight school.
The atmosphere in the car was a bit somber on the way there. It seemed no one had quite recovered from the earlier shock.
Soon, the flight school came into view.
Ten brand-new Piper Cubs, painted a brilliant yellow, were parked neatly on the runway.
Among them, his own P-750 stood quietly, looking particularly conspicuous.
Beside the runway, several new container buildings had been added.
