"May I help you?" The flight attendant passed the hot water to Shangguan Lingqi and immediately asked Si Nuanqian.
"My stomach hurts," Si Nuanqian replied, her voice weak as a thread.
The flight attendant, trained for such situations, immediately asked a series of questions, such as what she had eaten in the morning and whether she usually suffered from stomachaches.
Upon confirming that it was just a stomachache, she promptly brought over some stomach medicine and hot water.
"Thank you," Si Nuanqian said as she took the medicine.
The flight attendant smiled slightly, "You should thank this gentleman beside you. If he hadn't asked for water, I wouldn't have noticed you were uncomfortable."
Si Nuanqian paused, then swallowed the medicine without glancing to the side.
Her stomachache was all caused by that perverted man, and yet she was supposed to thank him?
Seeing her expression, the flight attendant blinked and then brought over some easily digestible bread.
