"Hmph, you talk as if he's not your husband!" Chu Yan pouted, trying to snatch back her snack from Zhao Shishi's hand, but Zhao Shishi dodged her.
"Honey, look at Shishi, she's snatching my snack!" Chu Yan sulked, hugging Yun Hao's arm like a little girl next door.
"Not giving it to you, not giving it to you, just not giving it to you!" Zhao Shishi hid on the other side of Yun Hao.
Yun Hao was a bit speechless; these two girls were already in their twenties, yet they were competing over snacks like children.
"Sir... sir, there are plenty of snacks on the plane, do you... do you need anything?" The flight attendant happened to pass by, hearing Chu Yan and Zhao Shishi arguing over snacks, worried that Asura sitting between them might suddenly get irritated and kill everyone on the plane.
Although the air marshals on this flight were equipped with certain weapons.
