"There's no internet on the plane, so I can't transfer the money. Therefore, the cost of the ticket is separate. This is for the brown sugar ginger tea and the sanitary pads."
Lu Fengxuan waved a hundred yuan bill in front of him, "Mr. Lu, we're even now."
Lu Xingye's narrow eyes half-lifted, his cold pupils fixed on her, "You're burning bridges before you even cross them. Be careful of the consequences."
Even a fool could hear the threat hidden in his words.
Lu Fengxuan was on his turf now, and she indeed felt a bit apprehensive. As he stared at her with such a cold gaze, her hand holding the money retracted.
"Since Mr. Lu doesn't care for this money, then forget it."
She lowered her head and glanced at the English magazine in his hand, "Please continue, Mr. Lu. I won't disturb you."
Having said that, she turned and sat back down, put on her eye mask, and fell asleep facing the side of the window, leaving him the back of her head.
