The same scene also happened in the atrium loft of the wetland garden.
Zhong Boyong grabbed Zhong Waner's shoulders with trembling hands: "You mean, the plane exploded?"
Zhong Waner nodded: "Yes, ten minutes ago, the explosion occurred in the Pacific Ocean. Just after leaving our country's border, the wreckage of the plane crashed into the sea. The search and rescue team has been sent out, but..."
She didn't finish what she said, but her meaning was clear.
The plane exploded at an altitude of 10,000 meters over the Pacific Ocean. Even if a god fell down, his body would be shattered and there would be no chance of survival.
"Plop!"
Zhong Boyong's whole body went limp and he fell directly to the ground.
Zhong Waner was about to step forward to help her.
But I saw him waving his hands, shaking his head and saying: "Don't help me, let me be quiet, be quiet..."
He doesn't want to talk now, nor is he in the mood to talk.
Ever since he knew that his daughter was under the control of Wuntakelin and could only fake her death to deceive the head-dropping master and survive, and then formulated a plan to assassinate Wuntakelin, he had seen it countless times in his dreams.
This scene.
However, when this scene actually came, he felt that it was extremely illusory and unreal...
"Did I really kill a Southeast Asian evil god-level master who was helpless even by countless ancient martial arts masters?"
"Ziyan, are you finally saved?"
Looking at Zhong Boyong who seemed to have lost his soul, Lu Fan waved his hand, stopping Zhong Waner's plan to continue to lift him up from the ground.
"Go and confirm whether it was the plane that exploded, and then ask your people to keep an eye on the salvage and rescue situation. Don't take it lightly and be happy too soon."
Lu Fan reminded Zhong Waner that although he also felt that the chance of Wanda Lin surviving the plane crash was not high, or even extremely slim, his thoughts at the moment were the same as Zhong Boyong's. Wanda Lin died like this, and he always felt that
It's a bit unreal, so it's better to let Zhong Waner confirm it.
Zhong Waner nodded and glanced at Zhong Boyong with some worry, but thinking of Lu Fan's presence, she turned and left.
Lu Fan stayed for a while, then called the Zhong family's housekeeper to come over, took care of Zhong Boyong, and left alone, going directly to the backyard.
He stayed in Zhong Ziyan's room for a long time, sitting on the edge of the bed and staring quietly at those closed eyes.
"Awake from suspended animation, without consciousness, but able to find the airport accurately and help Anhui Takelin eliminate the bomb threat..."
"Are you pretending to be dead, or are you pretending to be dead?"
"Now that Anhui Takelin has left Jinling, regardless of whether he died in the plane crash, it will be difficult to come back in a short time."
"I think there will be an answer soon."
Lu Fan seemed to be warning Zhong Ziyan, or talking to himself. After speaking, he stood up calmly and went downstairs to sleep.
The next day, when Lu Fan was awakened by Zhong Waner's phone call, it was already ten o'clock in the morning.
After he received the call, he got up and went out. According to the location she sent, he drove directly to a location on Taiping Street in Wuhou District.
As soon as I got off the car, I saw Liu Qingqing, wearing a black short skirt and leather boots, standing on the street with her hands behind her back. She was young and beautiful, yet elegant and dignified.
Standing next to him was Zhang Zihao. Before Lu Fan could even approach, he turned around and said, "Brother Lu is here."
Zhong Waner turned around and saw a face that was exquisite.
"Brother Lu, you are here."
The moment he saw Lu Fan approaching, a bright smile appeared on the face that countless men in Jinling coveted.
"You just got up. I bought you our most famous soup dumplings and shrimp dumplings. You can just eat some to cushion your stomach."
Zhong Waner held a plastic bag in her hand and ran toward Lu Fan at a trot.
If others were to recognize Zhong Waner's identity and learn that the daughter of the richest family in the south of the Yangtze River actually ran to deliver breakfast to a man, tens of thousands of men in Jinling would be sad and in tears for countless nights.
"Why are you so happy today?"
"Is there any happy event?"
Lu Fan stuffed the soup dumpling into his mouth. The meat was fragrant, but it didn't feel greasy. He nodded immediately: "It tastes good. Where can I buy it?"
He has been in Jinling for so long, and except for his first meal of Jinling local specialties with Kong Zhuyin at the food court, he has never tasted the real food here.
"If Brother Lu likes it, Wan'er will give it to you every day from now on."
After receiving Lu Fan's approval, Zhong Waner's pretty face was filled with joy.
But Lu Fan also noticed that in the old city he was in at the moment, on the opposite side of the street, there was an unknown store in front of it. At this moment, there was a sea of people, and the queue could no longer be seen...
