When the flight attendant left the area, Yin Tian turned his gaze back to Jiang Qingwu, "Miss Jiang, I really am sorry, it seems we may have had a misunderstanding earlier."
Jiang Qingwu glanced at Yin Tian and let out a cold snort, then turned her head away to the other side, refusing to look at him.
But Yin Tian persisted, asking, "Miss Jiang, I want to know, where did you get the pendant on your neck from?"
"What's it to you?"
Jiang Qingwu asked, annoyed.
"It matters, and it matters a lot," Yin Tian replied earnestly, nodding his head.
"You're sick," Jiang Qingwu said unapologetically.
Yin Tian didn't speak, just stared straight at Jiang Qingwu.
Feeling irritated by his gaze, Jiang Qingwu raised her voice, "It's mine, it's my thing. Why are you asking so many questions!"
Yin Tian took a deep breath before saying softly, "I think, I might be your fiancé."
Jiang Qingwu was completely dumbfounded by Yin Tian's words.