"Xiao Huan, is this your husband's private jet?" Li Meng leaned toward Mu Huan to ask as soon as she saw that Bo Junyan got busy.
"Uh-huh."
Li Meng: "…"
She had not been on a plane more than a few times in her life, but here was someone who owned a private jet. Different people, different lives!
"In that case, are there only the three of us on the flight?"
"I don't know, Bo Junyan didn't say that there wouldn't be anyone else."
"If it's only the three of us, I'd just feel awkward being with the two of you!" Li Meng felt like she was an exceptionally huge gooseberry.
"Don't overthink."
"How could I not? What if God Bo got all sorts of annoyed at me along the way?"
"Are you saying that you want to take another flight, then?" Mu Huan raised an eyebrow.
"Forget it, I'd just be awkward and play gooseberry, then!" Li Meng immediately looked defiant — it wasn't as though she had never felt awkward or never played gooseberry.
