At the same time, Ye Fan, with a heavy heart, boarded the plane back to the Divine Land.
"Sir, would you like some coffee or hot tea?" a flight attendant asked him.
Ye Fan was already in a foul mood, so he snapped without thinking, "I don't need anything!"
"Are you sure?"
"I said, why are you so—"
He was about to lose his temper when he realized the voice was familiar. He quickly looked up and was stunned. The flight attendant was none other than the beautiful Mu Wanxin.
He felt a pang of guilt. He had been so busy lately that he hadn't had any time to spend with her. Looking at her with apologetic eyes, he asked, "Wanxin, what are you doing working today?"
Mu Wanxin placed a cup of coffee in front of him before taking the seat opposite him. "Because of you, of course!"
"Me?" Ye Fan was confused, but he knew one thing for certain: his women did everything for his sake. It was the source of his greatest debt to them.
