"Sir, my phone's dead. Can I borrow your phone to call my dad?"
A bright, crisp voice sounded behind Kenneth Osborne, speaking Mandarin as well.
Kenneth ignored it.
He was never the warm-hearted, gallant type.
Besides, with his Bluetooth earpiece in, he could pretend he hadn't heard.
Until that person refused to give up and reached out to tug his arm.
Kenneth couldn't keep pretending he hadn't heard, so he had to turn his head and glance back.
It was a young woman with honey-colored skin, long narrow brows and eyes, a straight high nose, but very full lips, and when she smiled she showed a mouthful of big white teeth.
She was the typical-looking overseas Chinese girl raised abroad.
Kenneth's expression didn't change as he said with a slight smile, "We're about to land. You can make a call at the airport."
