Frowning slightly, Ma Juan had no choice but to speak again.
"Excuse me, ma'am, could I take a look at your ticket? You seem to be sitting in my seat."
The woman replied irritably, "Why should I show my ticket to you?"
Then, she muttered to herself under her breath.
"What kind of person is this? Trying to suck up to me with such a lame excuse."
Ma Juan was not someone with a good temper to begin with, but after entering the business world, she had reluctantly learned to restrain her personality.
Even so, she still wouldn't allow anyone besides Chen Bin to challenge her authority.
Suppressing the urge to hit someone, Ma Juan directly approached a nearby flight attendant.
"Excuse me, someone's occupying my seat and refusing to move. Please help me deal with this situation."
As she spoke, she pulled up her ticket on her phone.
After the flight attendant verified the information, she walked over to the woman in question.
