"Don't cry. Your makeup is running." He stood up, a hint of helplessness in his posture, and patted her head almost unconsciously.
"Shut up!" he said. Just two simple words.
The cabin was in an uproar. The three shrews—one old, one young, and one child—were now screaming at the flight attendants, their voices loud enough to pierce the heavens. Beside them, many other voices tried to mediate.
Amidst this cacophony, Bei Mingyuan didn't seem to raise his voice, but everyone heard him, and the cabin fell silent in an instant.
"Go back to your seats. Don't waste my time." His gaze swept over the three women, each cut from the same cloth.
No one else saw it, but the three of them did, as did Xin Huohuo, who was standing beside him. As Bei Mingyuan spoke, a red light flashed in his eyes, gone in an instant.
