C321 Is it a blessing or a curse

Zhao Yilin leaned back in her chair and looked behind her. Her line of sight was blocked by the stewardess pushing the drink cart. Judging by her voice and tone, she was probably a very shrewd middle-aged woman.

"Stop messing around, this is a public place."

Fang Xinying persuaded him, got up, and pulled the screenwriter back onto his chair