The attendant looked at Ye Xiu with disdain. This guy is so ungentlemanly. He must be one of those clueless single guys, otherwise why would he hog such a beautiful woman's seat?
Yet, her face still wore a smile as she said, "Sir, according to the rules, passengers must sit according to their tickets. You..."
Before she could finish, Ye Xiu handed her a ticket.
The attendant took it, and when she saw the seat number, she was stunned. She turned to Song Yushu and said, "Miss, this gentleman isn't in the wrong seat. This is indeed his seat. You can look at his ticket if you don't believe me."
"Impossible..." Song Yushu angrily snatched Ye Xiu's ticket, looked at her own again, and was completely baffled. "How can the two tickets be exactly the same?"
The attendant was also baffled. "How could this be?"
"His ticket must be fake," Song Yushu declared with absolute certainty.
