"Alright, no problem." The flight attendant looked at Ye Cheng. "Sir, you can—"
Before the flight attendant could finish her sentence, Ye Cheng abruptly stood up, coldly moving to the side.
"Thank you."
Zimei smiled and walked to her seat, sitting down.
Seeing Ye Cheng standing there without moving, the flight attendant smiled and said, "Sir, you may take your seat."
"Upgrade me to first class, please." Ye Cheng pulled out his Diamond Card and handed it to the flight attendant.
The flight attendant froze for a moment, then apologized, "I'm sorry, sir. Flights during the Venice Film Festival tend to be fully booked, and first class is already full."
Ye Cheng: "…"
He didn't say anything, but his furrowed brow tightened even more.
"However, I'll keep an eye out for you. If any passengers decide to switch to coach last-minute, I'll be sure to let you know."
