When Fu Chen arrived in Beijing, it was already past three in the afternoon. It was the Chunyun period, so plane tickets were hard to get. Fu Chen and Shi Fang were in economy class, and their seats were also apart. Sitting beside Fu Chen was a young couple holding a child of about five months old.
Before the plane even took off, the child was already crying hysterically, scaring Shi Fang so much that his face paled.
Third Master likes silence. If this child cries throughout the flight, he will definitely break down.
Shi Fang stood up and hesitated about whether to change seats with Fu Chen. The child was lying in his mother's embrace and was right next to Fu Chen. All of a sudden, the child stretched his leg, leaving a small footprint on Fu Chen's black pants.
"I'm so sorry!" The woman apologized to Fu Chen.
"It's fine." Fu Chen raised his hand to dust his pants and then glanced at the child.
