Wen Nuan and Chen Xueru sat on one side, and the four people sat on the other. Wen Nuan was in an aisle seat in the first row, and so was the woman. A moment after they got on the plane, the flight attendant reminded everyone to buckle their seatbelts because the plane was about to take off.
Finally, they were able to take off. Wen Nuan quickly sent a text message and turned off her phone. After the plane took off, she curiously looked at the woman beside her. *Who is she to be so important?* The woman suddenly took off her sunglasses, and her eyes, like electricity, swept toward Wen Nuan.
Wen Nuan turned her head with an expressionless face. The woman's gaze was frightening, sharp, and overbearing. She had long, black, shiny hair and fair skin. She was stunning, like a blooming rose.
Zhuo Bingbing and Chen Hang were chatting, occasionally talking to Wen Nuan. As they were chatting, a voice suddenly cut in: "Wen Nuan?"
