Pen Spirit, Product of Your Own Mistake

Auntie Qian was confused, but still shook her head honestly. "No; was it the wind? But the weather forecast didn't say it would be windy today." When Auntie Qian said that, Chen Meilin trembled even harder and pulled the curtain shut with a look of horror.

She was so worried and scared that she didn't sleep at all that night.

The next morning, Chen Meilin couldn't help but quickly call the contact the child had given her. As soon as the call went through, Chen Meilin was a little happy, but when she explained that she was the person on the plane, the other party immediately hung up mercilessly.

Chen Meilin was a little lost. She hadn't offended the other party, so she called a few more times, but couldn't get through. This made Chen Meilin, who had just seen a glimmer of hope, collapse a little.