The bright lights shone on the floating warplane, tinged with a bit of dust.
He Ao lifted his gaze, looking towards the floating warplane with its tightly shut cabin door.
"Mr. Vice President," a staff member walked over, speaking with some nervousness, "this floating warplane applied to enter the city very early; it arrived last night and was supposed to take off early this morning according to the plan, but it didn't. We also can't contact the owner or the applicant of this floating warplane."
He Ao raised his hand, and Mark handed over a tablet.
The tablet displayed the surveillance footage regarding this floating warplane.
The footage showed the white-robed, hooded figures He Ao had seen earlier, who held a sleeping child in their arms.
Although the child's face wasn't captured, He Ao easily recognized that it was Bod's daughter.
Under normal circumstances, the daughter wouldn't be this quiet, wouldn't be quiet for this long, He Ao frowned slightly.
