The plane had already taken off.
The two women finally stopped talking, and Ye Feng's ears finally quieted down.
He was about to close his eyes to rest and plan his next move.
At this moment, a foul smell suddenly entered his nostrils.
This stench was like a dead fish that had rotted for a long time and was drenched in a jar of stinky tofu. It was unbearable.
He opened his eyes and looked back.
On the other side of the aisle, a middle-aged man was holding his phone and laughing non-stop. His feet were resting on the back of the chair in front of him. The stench was coming from there.
Xu Man and Cheng Fei'er also hurriedly pinched their noses, their faces full of disgust.
Not only them, but the guests nearby could not stand it anymore.
However, most people had the mentality that it was better to avoid trouble and waited for others to stand up.