Jiayi lifted her cup and drank it all in one gulp.
The stewardess took the empty cup, hesitating to leave. Clutching the tray, she stood to one side with a lovestruck expression, her gaze fixed on the man.
It wasn't until Huo Zhenyang's voice rose slightly in displeasure, "You can go now," that she reacted.
With the tray in her arms, the stewardess firmly stated, "Mr. Huo, as the distinguished guest on this private flight, you shouldn't be left alone here. Our manager has instructed me to accompany you throughout the journey and provide personal service."
Huo Zhenyang's gaze sharpened, and with a sidelong glance, his eyes drifted over to the girl beside him, a trace of teasing ambiguity surfacing, "So, you think I brought her on this plane to do what exactly?"
Both Jiayi and the stewardess were taken aback.
The stewardess understood Mr. Huo's implication; this girl was the one to attend to Mr. Huo, so what need was there for her?
