In less than half an hour, Lu Fan drove his car into Binhai International Airport.
The speed of the car was so fast that it knocked over the guardrail of the passage, causing passers-by to scream and guards to stop them.
Lu Fan ignored it and drove the car on a rampage, then parked downstairs of the exclusive VIP hotel at the airport.
He opened the car door and rushed in, rushed up the stairs to the top floor, and then pushed open the door to the room.
Qin Ruhai and others have been sitting here for a long time.
"Everyone, get out."
Seeing Lu Fan appear, Qin Ruhai waved the airport staff and the police officers who came to investigate to leave. At the same time, they all stood up and walked towards Lu Fan.
"Lu Fan, you are finally here."
Qin Ruhai looked guilty: "I'm sorry..."
Lu Fan did not exchange any greetings. He stared at Qin Ruhai and others and asked directly: "Where are the people?"
He tried his best to keep himself calm, but his body was shaking violently involuntarily, and his face was surprisingly pale.
An airplane accident has the lowest survival rate in the world.
This often means that the aircraft is destroyed and people are killed, and even the bodies are not seen.
Thinking of Tang Huanxi and the child in her belly, Lu Fan felt like the world was spinning and he could hardly stand on his legs.
This was far more shocking than when he saw Zhao Yuelin come back from the dead.
"After you leave, we will stay at the airport and wait for Yu Shun's people to come over and hand over the investigation department. Then we will contact the Swan and ask my siblings how the situation is there and whether they are frightened. There is a private doctor on the plane who can provide treatment at any time."
Qin Ruhai looked extremely ugly and quickly told Lu Fan:
"As a result, the phone call could not be connected. You must know that there are satellite phones on my private plane, and it has just taken off in China, so there is no possibility of signal loss."