Wen Rufeng wanted to refuse, but there was no way to reject it; after all, she had inexplicably become the center of attention.
Especially when the airplane's speaker broadcasted the sweet voice of the flight attendant. "The flight is about to take off. Please close the tray tables, adjust your seats, fasten your seatbelts, and passengers with children, please comfort your children!"
An Ning's face flushed immediately; wasn't this referring to her?
Wen Rufeng could only glare at Mo Ang and say, "Then I'll have to trouble Mr. Mo Ang."
Mo Ang took the child, placing her on his lap. Xinxin immediately stopped crying and giggled infatuatedly, drooling incessantly.
An Ning and Wen Rufeng exchanged looks, secretly finding it amazing.
The plane's temperature was comfortable, and An Ning, wearing a turtleneck, finally felt much cooler.
Wen Rufeng asked with concern, "Ningning, do you need another blanket?"
