Leaving the Anchorage POW Camp, Xu Cheng continued piloting the shuttle machine forward.
"Your piloting skills are the best I've ever seen, even better than those professional pilots with decades of experience." Laila continued to lavish praise on Xu Cheng.
"Hehe." Xu Cheng enjoyed being praised. She wanted to showcase her skills in front of Laila, piloting the shuttle machine smoothly and skillfully.
Laila leaned back comfortably against the seat.
"Fantastic! Riding in your shuttle feels great, unlike those bumpy military transport planes with constant noise. It feels as comfortable as a dream." Laila added.
The first compliment might be out of courtesy, the second perhaps a deceptive attempt to get close, but the continuous praise almost placed Xu Cheng on a pedestal. She nodded, feeling pleased in her heart. Regardless of her piloting skills, having a co-pilot who spoke so nicely was most important.
