Chapter 412 - 402 I Can’t Control It
Half an hour later, the two of them boarded the plane.
On the plane, because there were people in front and behind them, Long Chen and Lan’er didn’t talk about the Cultivation World. Instead, they discussed many emotional matters.
Of course, most of the time, it was Lan’er, curiously asking all sorts of questions.
Just as the two of them were getting into their conversation, Lan’er and Long Chen suddenly smelled a stench.
Lan’er glanced back and nearly threw up, leaning closer toward Long Chen.
Because the person behind them was wearing stinky socks, stretching their feet high above, right over Lan’er’s head.
It was hard to say he wasn’t doing it on purpose, given his extremely arrogant and disdainful expression.
Long Chen frowned, stood up, and calmly said, "Sir, I hope you can withdraw your feet; they are affecting us."
"Is that so? How are they affecting you?" the man asked indifferently.
"Your foot odor is too strong; please retract them, thank you," Lan’er politely said.
"My ’scent’ has reached you, miss. How about I add you on WeChat?" the man teased.