Zhuo Junyue sat in the VIP room, flipping through a magazine.
About fifteen minutes later, boarding began.
After several consecutive days, Zhuo Junyue was tired. As soon as he entered the first-class cabin, an attractive flight attendant approached him.
The man sitting in first-class was clearly a high-net-worth individual.
Moreover, Zhuo Junyue had a face more handsome than any movie star, which made him all the more appealing.
"Sir, hello, can I assist you with anything?"
Zhuo Junyue slightly looked up, noticing that the flight attendant was missing two buttons in front of her uniform.
He'd encountered this type of woman before. Plus, her perfume made his brow furrow even deeper.
"No need, please keep your distance. My wife doesn't like other women getting too close to me."
At Zhuo Junyue's words, the flight attendant's face alternately turned pale and flushed.
She took a step back, "I'm sorry, sir. If you need anything, please feel free to tell me."
