Lu Jianling came in with hot tea and let out a faint sigh. "I'm such a huge liar. I guess Weiwei won't be taking me flying with him. *Sigh*! I'm afraid I'm just not fated to ever fly on a plane in this life!"
Hearing this, Weiwei's eyes darted around before he patted Lu Jianling reassuringly. "I'll buy a bigger plane. I'll bring Grandpa, and you can come along too!"
Lu Jianling clutched her chest and cried out, "I can 'come along'? So you're saying I'm just an afterthought? Lu Weiwei, let me tell you, I'm your aunt—your *actual* aunt!"
"I know, I know. Why are you shouting? It's not proper at all!"
Weiwei reached out and covered Lu Jianling's mouth. The others in the room burst out laughing. Through her own laughter, Yang Liu'er said to Lu Jianling, "And you're always telling me I have no decorum. He's just getting you back on my behalf!"
