"You!" Sun Bingquan glared at Hao Jian with intense hatred, feeling an urge to kill, but the moment he opened his mouth, the wound on his nose throbbed, causing him even greater pain.
Hao Jian sneered, "Why don't you watch where you're going? Didn't you know the floor is slippery?"
Upon hearing this, Sun Bingquan was so infuriated that his nose was almost crooked. Ah, no, his nose was already crooked.
It wasn't long before the flight attendant returned with a specially made frozen drink, obviously crafted to please Hao Jian, the VIP.
"You just wait!" Sun Bingquan left those fierce words behind before leaving, clearly in search of the air marshal.
The flight attendant became nervous when she saw Sun Bingquan leave and said, "Sir, he's going to get the air marshal and male flight attendants to deal with you. What are we going to do?"