Ningwan sat on the plane, her eyes closed in a pretend sleep.
Just before landing, a stewardess suddenly approached.
Since Ningwan was sitting inside, she leaned back in her seat, half-asleep, and heard the stewardess speaking softly, seemingly to Zhan Hanjue.
"Excuse me, sir, would it be convenient for you to leave a phone number?"
Zhan Hanjue furrowed his brows. He had just woken up, his mind still not fully alert, and looked at the stewardess in confusion.
The stewardess blushed and quietly repeated, "Sir, would it be convenient for you to leave a phone number?"
After saying this, she gave him a coquettish look, her intentions clear as day.
Ningwan was actually already awake and wanted to see how Zhan Hanjue would respond.
But then she thought, waiting for his response was pointless; she wasn't some young girl anymore interested in such outcomes.
However, just as she extended her hand to hold Zhan Hanjue's hand, he also happened to reach out his hand.
