"Mr. Qin, I have something to say. I don’t know if I should say it." Creaer, who has been silent, saw the two men open their mouths and hurriedly put in a sentence.
"Come on, I’m going to have coffee with God’s old man. What else should I say?" Qin Shaojie said. "This … Mr. Qin, this man is still alive. Why don’t you just wake him up and fly the plane?" Creaer pointed to the man flopping on the co-pilot and said. "Is he alive?" Qin Shaojie …