First-class cabin
Yang Li, who was originally seated next to Xiang Qichen, got up and sheepishly asked Zhou Huaiyi, who was seated behind them, to switch seats under Xiang Qichen's intense gaze.
"You, sit in front." Yang Li stood in front of Zhou Huaiyi's seat, poked her shoulder with a finger, and said with a forced smile.
Zhou Huaiyi, who had just fastened her seatbelt, was dazed for a few seconds. She glanced sideways at Xiang Qichen sitting in the front left, unfastened her seatbelt, and smiled slightly at Yang Li as she got up. "Thanks..."
Yang Li's smile was insincere. "No need to thank me, it's what should be done."
Zhou Huaiyi: "..."
After sitting back beside Xiang Qichen, Zhou Huaiyi suddenly felt shy and turned her head to look out at the scenery of the tarmac outside the window, not daring to turn around.
Noticing that she was just showing him the back of her head, Xiang Qichen frowned slightly, dissatisfied, and spoke in a low voice, "What are you looking at?"
