the engine started, and Qinglong whistled. Zhuque glanced at the display screen and set the course according to Qinglong's design. The fighter jet's wings dropped, revealing a one-meter-long missile....Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go."oor, hoping that the person who pushed it open was the one she longed for.And then he felt a pang of sadness again. If it truly was Ye Fei Mo, what thenBoth of them had divorced, and she had spoken to...