After this incident, Song Han's admiration for Shen Chun became even more intense.
On the way back, he insisted on sitting with Shen Chun and sat down between the couple.
"Auntie, why do you think I'm always pestered by monsters? Is it because my Yang energy is too strong and I'm so handsome?"
Shen Chun didn't have the strength to deal with him, so she could only nod along with him.
Song Han was overjoyed and pushed his luck. "Sister-in-law, am I talented?" Just like those characters in martial arts novels, he was a natural martial arts genius.
As Shen Chun looked at the cotton candy-like clouds beside the plane, she nodded perfunctorily.
Unexpectedly, Song Han held her hand tightly and unbuckled his seatbelt. Then, he knelt on one knee and looked at her sincerely as he begged, "Sister-in-law, please take me in as your disciple!"
"Sir, you can't leave your seat." The flight attendant hurriedly came over to remind him.
