Chapter 214 - 214: Collapse! It’s the Little Junior Sister (3)

Chapter 214: Collapse! It’s the Little Junior Sister (3)

Translator: _Min_

“I feel the same,” the male flight attendant whispered, lowering his voice. “The co-pilot just mentioned that the storm was only around our plane, nowhere else. As we moved, the storm followed. Isn’t that strange?”

The flight attendant was shocked. “Really? That happened?”

“Indeed,” the male flight attendant nodded. “So, we won’t be flying for the next few days. The company is giving us a break to figure out what exactly happened today.”

After calming herself with a drink of water, she took out her phone and posted in a Weibo forum.

[Met Teacher Si on the flight! She was actually in economy class, which made our encounter possible. Got her autograph with a photo! Am I the first one?] Fans of Si Fuqing swarmed to the post.

[So jealous! This woman who never posts selfies actually carries autographs with her. Another day of envy.]

shows? Is Tianle Media intentionally putting her in a difficult position? What are their intentions?]

In the entertainment industry, juggling multiple shows (artists working on several projects simultaneously) was frowned upon.

[Economy class... Not that there’s anything wrong with it, but can’t Tianle

Media avoid such disparity in treatment among group members? When Meng

Xue goes for a shoot, a private jet is ready for her. Why is it economy class for

Qingqing? This is so funny that it is to the point of ridiculousness.] [Just waiting for the day she ends her contract.]

[But Fuqing is really frugal. Economy class is nothing. Do you know what transport she uses to go home after work?]

[What? Public bus? Subway? But I think there’s no public transport near the training base, and the nearest station is two kilometers away.]

A few seconds later, the original poster replied. [Shared bicycles.]

The comments were filled with disbelief.

After a while, a Mousse commented with her finger trembling.

[That’s indeed you, my wife.]

Outside the airport, Si Fuqing and Jiang Changning blended in with the crowd of regular passengers, attracting no undue attention.

“Let’s go eat,” Si Fuqing suggested, checking the time regretfully. “I didn’t even get to taste the airplane food.” nOvelb1n

Due to the emergency, the passengers were too frightened that the plane might crash, and the flight attendants, knocked out by the middle-aged curse master, couldn’t prepare the meal.

Jiang Changning, pulling her luggage, agreed, “Sure, there are plenty of snacks in MO City.”

“Okay, I’ve got his ID now,” Si Fuqing reassured Yu Tang. “Next time I’ll take him down with my account, demote him to level one, and make him quit the game. ”

After the call, Si Fuqing received another message.

[JI]: NINE the God, Master Wu Yu, you’re not secretly carrying other girls, are you?

[NINE]: What’s the problem? Carrying girls at least feels rewarding. What’s the use of carrying you?

[JI]: Never mind, I wouldn’t dare.

In the Muston Dukedom, thousand of miles away from the Great Xia Empire.

A young man, in pajamas, emerged from his bedroom, looking listless.

The servant bowed respectfully. “Your Grace, lunch is ready.”

The young man waved his hand. “I’ll be there in a bit.”

The servant promptly withdrew.

Ever since the Duke received a phone call a few hours ago, his mood had been off.

Best not to provoke him.

After freshening up, the young Duke sat at the dining table and dialed a number.

A deep voice answered the call. “Hello?”

“What are you playing at, Second Senior Brother?” the young man’s voice rose in frustration. “Why did you give my private number to a marriage agency?”

There was a pause on the other end, followed by laughter. “Little Six, have you lost your mind? Why would I give your private number to a marriage agency?”

“Me, lost my mind?” the young Duke scoffed. “Then tell me, besides you and Third Senior Sister, who else knows this private number? If it’s not you or her, is it a ghost?”

“Only you two are so keen on setting me up. You’re both so annoying!”

If they weren’t his fellow disciples, he would have fought them already.

Besides, he had several private numbers, but this one was the most confidential. Only a few close acquaintances knew it.

The mention of this seemed to silence the person on the other end, his breathing growing noticeably heavier.

“Second Senior Brother?”

“If it’s not a ghost, then there’s one other person,” the voice slowly said. “Little

Junior Sister..”