Fang Chenyi, however, had no time to deal with him.
Ignoring the stares and whispers of those around him, Fang Chenyi made his way to a row of window seats.
The two women in masks, seeing Fang Chenyi heading straight for them, felt their hearts skip a beat. 'Has this handsome young man recognized us? Is he a fan?'
The woman in the aisle seat tugged at her mask and spoke, her voice laced with annoyance.
"You recognized us even though we're this bundled up? Don't try anything funny, though. Everyone's watching. If you want an autograph, we can give you one."
But they were clearly getting ahead of themselves. The young man reached their row, completely ignored the woman who had spoken, squeezed past her, and pressed himself against the plane's window.
Seeing this, the other passengers watching nearby grew confused, wondering what the young man was up to.
The woman who had just spoken, in particular, was mortified.
