Being in the comfortable business class felt like sitting on pins and needles for the first time. Changqing's gaze kept sweeping towards Song Chuyi and she noticed he didn't look towards her, only flipping through the airline magazine expressionlessly.
Changqing felt uneasy and couldn't guess his thoughts.
"Changqing, buckle up your seatbelt. The plane is about to take off," Fu Yu reminded her gently.
"Oh." Changqing buckled up quickly.
After half an hour, the air stewardess started to give out the in-flight meals. The business-class meals were very sumptuous. There was red wine, salad, dessert and a great variety of drink choices.
"Changqing, cheers." Fu Yu smiled and raised his glass towards her.
Changqing's little heart almost froze. At that moment, she heard a slight movement from behind.