After Yan Feifan's slap, the child, who had been wailing nonstop, immediately began to cough violently.
His crying before had been enough to give anyone a headache, but his coughing was earth-shattering, as if he were trying to cough up a lung.
After a dozen consecutive coughs, the little boy hacked up a thick glob of phlegm that sprayed onto the business class carpet. The coughing stopped abruptly.
Immediately after, the little boy started crying again.
However, compared to his earlier wails, his cries were much quieter now.
Yan Feifan set the little boy, whom he had been holding upside down, back down.
He immediately scrambled into his stylish mother's arms, not even daring to look at Yan Feifan. He buried his head, his body shaking with aggrieved and frightened sobs.
Meanwhile, the flight attendant quickly knelt down, pulled a tissue from her pocket, and began to wipe up the phlegm...
"Oh, there's something in the phlegm..."
