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Lin Zhiyi turned her face away forcefully, avoiding Gong Yan's hand.
Gong Yan's hand paused in mid-air, accompanied by a soft laugh as he slowly lowered it, "Still angry?"
His tone was like soothing an upset lover.
*But Lin Zhiyi felt cold sweat trickling down her body.*
She struggled, asking, "What exactly do you want?"
Gong Yan stared at her for a few seconds, ignoring her anger, and gently said, "Hungry? Sit down and eat something first."
He sat down elegantly, signaling the flight attendant to come forward and serve them.
Lin Zhiyi refused to sit, but the bodyguard behind her pressed down on her shoulders, forcing her to sit.
The flight attendant poured champagne for them and served freshly cooked steaks.
Gong Yan raised his glass towards Lin Zhiyi, wanting to clink glasses.
Lin Zhiyi clenched her fist and remained seated, unwilling to cooperate.
"Zhiyi, at this point, defying me does you no good."
Gong Yan stared at Lin Zhiyi through the champagne glass.