Qin Yuzhu glanced at it, then answered directly: "Already on the way, one minute."
"Tell me the situation directly."
"Chief, it's Mo Jingchun's grandfather. He suddenly fell ill. Right now, he has been resuscitated, but his vital signs are unstable, and the hospital hasn't confirmed the illness yet."
"Check if there are any tickets left for high-speed rail or flights."
"Received."
One minute later, Qin Yuzhu rushed to the office.
Someone happened to find the result.
"Report, all tickets have been sold out."
Upon hearing this, Qin Yuzhu frowned, "Are there any spare flights in civil aviation?"
"None left."
Everyone looked at Qin Yuzhu, who was lost in thought, thinking about how to get Mo Jingchun home as quickly as possible.
In the quiet office, just when everyone was waiting for Qin Yuzhu to speak, someone suddenly said:
"Young Master Li's private jet is parked at Jing City International Airport."
"Hmm?"
Qin Yuzhu's eyes lit up, wondering how she hadn't thought of it.
