"Xiao Han, it's okay now. Dad is here, everything will get better!" Zhang Zhiwen gently held Zhang Han in his arms, patting her back while comforting her.
Zhang Zhiwen knew that his daughter must have been quite frightened today. After all, witnessing such a scene on the plane with so many people dying is unimaginable for someone who has never seen death.
It was already very difficult for Zhang Han to hold on until now, and Zhang Zhiwen completely understood this.
After a while, when Zhang Zhiwen glanced around the scene, his brow furrowed slightly. He then softly said to Zhang Han in his arms, "Xiao Han, Dad has some things to take care of, so can you go over behind Uncle Wen and the others for now?"
"Dad, I..." Zhang Han released Zhang Zhiwen, opened her mouth wanting to explain something, but in the end, she didn't say anything.
