"Me? It's not that I can't talk; I just don't know how to say it." Xiao Yebai could only glare at him once more.
How should he say it? The tone his wife used on the phone was indeed something he had never heard from her before.
In his memory, she was always like a fighter jet, never admitting defeat.
But the tone she had on the phone just now sounded completely like a drenched chicken, seemingly embarrassed to the extreme over something.
Thinking that someone might be bullying her, making her feel dejected, he suddenly clenched his fists and cursed, "Who is it?"
Zang Xiaolian quickly tugged at his sleeve, reminding him they were in economy class.
Normally, Xiao Yebai's habit would definitely have been to sit in first class, but they had just received a call from Tang Sili and had to rush back, and the nearest flight back had no first-class seats available, so they had to get two economy class tickets from scalpers.
