The subordinate's face had long since turned red from lack of oxygen, struggling to wave his hand.
"Cough... No... I dare not!"
"Humph!" Cold Little Evil threw him to the ground, "Remember, my woman, you are not even allowed to think about!"
Who do they think they are, daring to talk about his Little Memoria.
The subordinate was so scared that his face turned ashen, coughing as he quickly apologized to him.
"Yes, yes... Brother, Brother I was wrong, please don't be angry... Cough cough... I... I definitely won't talk about it again."
Cold Little Evil kicked him away, "Get lost!"
At this moment, the stewardess happened to push the meal cart in to set the table, seeing this, she slightly frowned and walked to Cold Little Evil's side.
"Sir, do you need help?"
Clearly, Cold Little Evil was the one who hit them, but because of his demeanor, the stewardess assumed it was his subordinate's fault.
