Miao Qingqing and the others sat on the wing of the plane, which stood out conspicuously on the sea surface. Soon, people floating nearby started swimming towards them.
Everyone was a survivor in distress, so Miao Qingqing and Miao Xuanxuan naturally extended their hands to help, pulling one person after another onto the wing.
However, the size of the wing was ultimately limited. After accommodating six or seven people, the space had already run out. More importantly, the wing's buoyancy was limited too. It was now submerged below the water's surface, with everyone partially immersed in the sea.
"Help! Help!" Two men came over, gripping the edge of the wing and shouting at the top of their lungs.
The people on the wing looked at each other and then decided to pull the two men up as well.
The men were now onboard, but the wing sank even lower. It was apparent that it was nearing its breaking point.
