When the connecting flight finally landed, Yue Qingqing couldn't help but sigh.
"I never expected so many things to happen on a flight."
As soon as she turned on her phone, it buzzed non-stop with messages from home.
Just as Yue Qingqing was about to reply, her phone rang.
"Qingqing, are you okay? I heard there was an incident with a plane at the airport, something about an engine problem. Were you guys affected? I tried calling you continuously, but I couldn't get through. You should have arrived two hours ago."
When Yue Qingqing said that it was their plane that had the problem, Zhang Ying gasped.
Yue Jiandong's comforting voice came from the other end, "Don't cry, everything's alright. They're in Beijing now."
Zhang Ying sobbed twice, and Yue Jiandong took the phone.
"Qingqing, you guys are in Beijing, right?"
"Yes, please tell mom not to worry. We're all fine."
