Gustavo clicked his tongue and retorted, “Of course, I'm talking about you. Am I the one who's got more than ten ex-girlfriends?"

"It's not too late if you want to get off the plane," Xavier sneered.

The moment Xavier finished speaking, the plane's undercarriage locked firmly into position.

Gustavo snorted complacently, “It's too late. Xavier didn't want to talk to him, so he closed his eyes.

Once the plane had ascended to its cruising altitude, the flight attendants began offering refreshments to the passengers,