Qing Chen sat in the Kunlun Bookstore in Zheng City, pondering with his eyes closed.
The bookstore had already closed, and the atmosphere inside was particularly heavy.
Several crew members opposite him were hushed as if in fear... these people had also learned the news of the plane crash.
A plane worth hundreds of millions, shot down on its first passenger flight, something was clearly off about this.
It was a conspiracy, a conspiracy targeting Qing Chen.
In the past, most conspiracy theories were groundless speculation because most things in this world weren't worth conspiring over.
But Qing Chen was worth it.
A stewardess softly said, "It's not our fault. We didn't leak any information to the outside world. Our only form of entertainment is watching the TV on the plane, catching up on news and variety shows."
