"What is it?" Ye Mo looked at Xia Ziwei. She was a meticulous person in his opinion, so what she wanted to say would surely matter to him.
Xia Ziwei organized her thoughts and recounted, "Three years ago, I was sending Mo Kang back, and because it was far away, Mo Kang called a helicopter over. When we neared the fishing island next to Hong Kong, I saw a civilian jet being a bit shaky as it almost fell into the ocean. But soon it seemed under control again, hence I didn’t mind it much. But two days later, I saw on the Hong Kong news that a plane flying from Australia to Korea had gone missing.
At the time, I guessed it was probably that plane I had seen, but I didn’t really care about it then. Now when I heard Mo Kang say that a plane from Hong Kong to San Francisco had also gone missing, It made me wonder - could it be because of the same people?"