Immediately.
The flight attendant, bolder now, leaned in close to his front to straighten the thin blanket, carefully adjusting the man's disheveled collar with utmost care.
"The cabin temperature is low, don't catch a cold," she cautioned.
Though Mr. Xu, a person of status, appeared indolent and uninterested, his eyes maintained a sharp and aggressive look.
Frederick averted his gaze, daring not to overstep. Whatever Mr. Xu wished would be.
Looking at the flight attendant who was attentively tucking him in from such close proximity, he raised an eyebrow, "Tell me, is 300 million much more than 5 million?"
"Of course it's more." The flight attendant paused, her voice gentle and soft. Just this trip alone would earn her a commission of 500,000.
Afterward, several ashen fingers meticulously straightened out his collar.
Xu Jingxi just smiled and let it pass.
