In the end, only Zheng Qing went to consult in the flight attendant's lounge.
Li Meng was busy caring for three pets and a trembling, injured little elf, and she even dragged Monk Shi Yuan nearby to help her.
Xiao Xiao was hastily flipping through his large black notebook, his brows furrowed.
So, shrugging his shoulders, Zheng Qing decided to go by himself.
The flight attendant's lounge was at the entrance of the buffet restaurant, with the door half ajar. Through the glass window, he could see a flight attendant lying on a table, covered in her uniform.
With a moment's hesitation, Zheng Qing finally opened the door and greeted, "Hello, excuse me."
The flight attendant lay there, not moving, seeming to whisper something under her breath.
Zheng Qing took a few steps forward, and a delicate fragrance, similar to the one emanating from the tips of the little elf's wings, wafted into his nostrils.
"Hello!" He spoke again.
