Meanwhile, Jonny Thompson in New York, U.S, couldn't help but let out a big sneeze. He quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe his nose.
"Who's cursing me for no reason?" Jonny couldn't help but mutter.
"Haha, Jonny, you believe in that too?" The bathroom door slid open, and a woman wearing a new Chanel dress walked out.
Jonny glanced at her but remained silent, continuing to focus on his notebook.
"Jonny, do you think this dress looks good on me?" The woman, swaying her graceful figure, came over to him.
"Mm, looks good," Jonny replied without even lifting his head.
"Hmm, how do you know it looks good if you didn't even look?" The woman pouted as she sat down beside him, grabbed Jonny's arm, and began to shake it. "What time is your flight tomorrow?"
"Early in the morning, past 6 o'clock," Jonny finally sat up straight and reached out to pull her hand off his arm.
