C82 The Helpless Zhang Jiayang

The plane was still flying smoothly, and the cabin was silent.

Inside a mobile phone in the plane, this flight attendant's body was relaxed, as if all her energy had been extracted from her body. She leaned against the door of the washroom, her flushed face and slightly open mouth constantly breathing out warm breath.

At this moment, Zhang Jiayang realized that there was blood on their clothes