"Sir, you are..." The stewardess knew some Chinese, though not as well as Jim, but still dutifully asked.
Ye Qiu was too lazy to pay attention to Jim. If it were his former self, he would have thrown Jim off the plane long ago, instead of letting him make noise here.
However, the pretty stewardess in front of him did catch Ye Qiu's eye; her badge hung across her ample chest: Mia'er, a rather nice name.
"He brought it on himself." Ye Qiu merely lifted his eyelids to say this and then continued to close his eyes and rest.
"This..." Mia'er felt a bit troubled. Conflicts on a plane, though they happen, aren't frequent. She had encountered this kind of situation before.
Generally, flight attendants mediate between the conflicting parties, to calm them down and resolve the issue, but clearly, neither party was willing to reconcile now.