C182 Food Poisoning!

The cabin was not cold. Mo Xiling took off his coat and casually placed it on the back of the chair. He sat in front of the control panel in his white clothes and skillfully fiddled with the various buttons. Qiao Yiyi sat at the side and tilted her head like a fangirl, "Mo Xiling, you really know how to fly a plane!"

"You saw it already." The man pulled up the lift shaft and reminded, "Sit tight