She really wasn't worried.
Lu Yun found it both funny and exasperating.
So, there had been a plan in mind all along? Was the knack for plotting hereditary, after all?
A chip off the old block, weren't they? The older and younger generations of the Lu family were all alike? Lu Yun suddenly understood Zhang Min—Grandma had indeed had a tough time over the years. On the surface, it seemed like Grandma had the upper hand, but in reality, she probably couldn't outwit Grandpa's scheming ways.
She couldn't really get angry with Grandpa, but she could take it out on Shitou. Thinking this, she glared at Shitou, only to find him holding those two marriage certificates, looking foolish as he grinned...
Hmph, some nerve—
Lu Yun stretched her hand under the table to covertly pinch him as a way to vent, which earned her his innocent puppy-dog eyes.
