A few minutes later, the flight attendant returned Luo Zheng's documents to him. Following closely was the purser, a white man in his fifties, dressed in a uniform, wearing a hat, with a stern and serious expression, looking at Luo Zheng with curiosity and asking, "I am the purser. Welcome aboard this flight. Is there anything I can assist you with?"
"Thank you." Luo Zheng realized these people hadn't seen through him, feeling assured internally as he professionally said, "What exactly happened with that man just now? There are many citizens of our country on this plane. I need to know the truth to ensure everyone's safety. Please tell me honestly."
"That person has some mental issues, suddenly erupted and harmed people, injuring our security personnel, but he has been subdued now. It's fine, no need to worry." The purser answered calmly, though his eyes were locked onto Luo Zheng's, trying to discern something.
