Upon boarding the plane, Wang Hao slouched in his seat. His eyes narrowed slightly, feigning an indifferent air as he habitually scanned the passengers in the cabin.
After looking back and forth three times, he didn't spot any suspicious individuals!
However, he did catch sight of a familiar figure.
The white-collar beauty who had passed him the note at the airport restaurant was also in this cabin.
But, separated by five or six seats, they couldn't exactly talk. Otherwise, they might have chatted to pass the boring time.
In front of Wang Hao sat a middle-aged man with a high pompadour and a thick gold chain around his neck, which screamed nouveau riche.
At that moment, he was on his phone, speaking loudly and spitting as he talked, but he spoke with a Dian Nan accent, not a local Donghua one.
Just then, a beautiful flight attendant wearing a peach-colored dress and a colorful scarf tied around her snowy white neck came by with a pleasant smile.
