Wen Nuan and Chen Xueru, among others, sat on one side, the four of them on the other, with Wen Nuan sitting on the outer seat in the first row, the woman also sat there. After boarding the plane, shortly after the attendant reminded everyone to fasten their seat belts as the plane was about to take off.
At last, the plane could take off. Wen Nuan hurriedly sent a text message and then turned off her phone. After the plane took off, she curiously looked at the woman beside her, wondering what kind of important figure she was. The woman suddenly took off her sunglasses, and her gaze, sharp as lightning, swept towards Wen Nuan.
Wen Nuan turned her head away expressionlessly, her gaze intimidating and aggressively sharp. She had long, dark, and shiny hair, fair skin, and a bright, beautiful face like a blossoming rose.
Zhuo Bingbing and Chen Hang were chatting, occasionally including Wen Nuan in their conversation. Suddenly, a voice interrupted, "Wen Nuan?"
