They boarded Lu Jinghan's private jet directly, which was as luxurious as a five-star hotel, equipped with everything one might need.
Han Xi sat down by the window, and after Lu Jinghan leaned over to help her fasten her seatbelt, he sat down as well.
"Mr. Lu, would you like red wine or juice?"
The flight attendant, with a face as delicate as porcelain, smiled faintly, and her sweet voice was enough to make anyone go weak.
Lu Jinghan turned his body to look at Han Xi: "What would you like to drink?"
"I don't want anything."
Han Xi turned her head to look out the window, her voice as flat as water, with a hint of unhappiness that would be hard to detect unless one listened closely.
Lu Jinghan lifted his head, not as gentle as when he was speaking to Han Xi, his cold voice devoid of any warmth: "No, thank you."
"Alright, Mr. Lu."
The flight attendant gave Lu Jinghan a slight smile, her watery eyes swiftly glancing over Han Xi without a trace.
