Feng Wu felt a headache coming on.
She had performed acupuncture on Mr. Lu last night and didn't sleep at all. When Mr. Lu finally woke up, she was so shocked by what he said that she broke out in a sweat, and only just managed to calm down.
As soon as she returned, she was told that the inscription propeller of the fighter jet had been stolen.
Elder Mu and Elder Yan also wouldn't stop pestering her.
Feng Wu was speechless.
Elder Yan looked down and saw a pile of metal on the ground. It was obvious that Feng Wu had already dismantled the fighter jet.
Elder Yan was thrilled. "Did you open the hatch? You've even dismantled it! That's awesome!"
Feng Wu didn't speak.
Elder Yan was still excited. "Feng Wu, I didn't expect you to know so much about inscriptions…"
However, before Elder Yan could finish speaking, Elder Mu interrupted, "Where's the inscription propeller?"
