In the galley, Yue Yuting touched up her makeup in a small mirror, took a deep breath, and pushed the cart out again.
As the plane began its descent, Yue Yuting passed Chen Hao's seat one last time. She hesitated, took a slip of paper from her pocket, quickly wrote a string of numbers on it, then bent down and placed it on his tray table.
"Sir, this is my contact information. If you need anything in Pengcheng, you can get in touch with me." Her voice was soft, with a hint of nervousness.
Chen Hao glanced down at the slip of paper without picking it up or saying anything.
Yue Yuting waited two seconds, then turned and left.
The plane landed and taxied to its stand. When the cabin door opened, Chen Hao rose and headed out. The slip of paper was still on his tray table as he passed it. He walked straight past without looking at it.
Chen Siyao followed behind him. Seeing the paper, she picked it up, glanced at it, and tucked it into her pocket.
Once they were out of the jet bridge, Chen Siyao took out the slip and waved it in front of Chen Hao. "Hey, big brother, you don't want that pretty girl's number?"
Chen Hao glanced at it but said nothing.
Yang Wanqing leaned over. "Let me see." She looked at the writing—Yue Yuting, followed by a mobile number, all in neat handwriting, with a tiny heart drawn beside it.
"Wow, there's even a heart." Yang Wanqing laughed. "That flight attendant really put some thought into it."
Chen Siyao walked over to a trash can beside the corridor, crumpled the paper into a ball, and tossed it in.
"Yaoyao!" Yang Wanqing's eyes widened. "Why did you throw it away?"
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