After she boarded the plane, the flight attendants one after another came up to try to strike up a conversation with him, now asking if he needed this, now asking if he needed that, without ever stopping. Yet he seemed... as if he didn't take a fancy to any of them?
He acted all high and mighty, like he was too good for anyone, which couldn't help but remind her of the usually aloof Gu Chenxiao.
But Wei Shiran wasn't supposed to have this kind of persona, was he?
As Song Yan pondered, each of these flight attendants was fair-skinned, beautiful, and had long legs—they weren't bad at all, so had he really not taken a liking to even one of them?
It was nearly an hour after takeoff when Wei Shiran finally noticed her.
He took off his headphones and poked Song Yan with a pamphlet. "Song Yan, did you really just go to 'soothe him'? If I had known you'd leave so quickly, I'd still have to rely on this good buddy to get him through the difficult and lonely sleepless night."
