"Excuse me sir, are you going to file a complaint?" The flight attendant was a bit uneasy. If a passenger filed a complaint, she might be grounded. And for a flight attendant, being grounded may very well mean being grounded forever.
"It's alright, just clean it up for me. There's nothing to complain about," Zhang Ziwen chuckled. He was not so petty.
"Thank you so much, sir. I'm really sorry about this. You're really so kind." The flight attendant gave him a grateful smile.
Watching the flight attendant leave, Zhang Ziwen let out a sigh and said, "Now that your boss is gone, you can stop pretending."
Before he had finished speaking, An Yun had already stood up. Her pitiful expression morphed into irritation, her lips were obstinate, "So you knew I was pretending? I did it on purpose, hmm!" With a wave of her hand, she flung the towel in her hand towards Zhang Ziwen.
