After another ten minutes, the airplane still showed no sign of landing.
Old Master Ink stood on the ground watching from afar, feeling a bit shocked.
That's strange, ever since that incident over a decade ago, how long has it been since this kid sat on an airplane?
As if he couldn't believe it, he even picked up binoculars to take a closer look at Manuel Ink in the air.
He couldn't see Manuel Ink's expression clearly, but he could see Manuel sitting upright, not like before when just getting on an airplane would make him look like he'd suddenly fallen critically ill.
Old Master Ink watched from the ground, becoming more convinced that Summer Sutton was a good match for Manuel Ink.
Look at that, even so many years of aviophobia were cured!
The cane tapped the ground rhythmically, as if Old Master Ink was secretly pondering something.
