Lu Yang had no idea that Bei Ling'er wanted to prevent his treatment plan tomorrow.
He was even less aware that his dear wife, Lin Qingxue, had defused this restless factor for him.
At the moment, he was already at the door of the hotel room and had rung the doorbell—his aunt, Jiang Yue, had already sent a message telling him that she was in the room.
It seemed that Aunt Jiang Yue lived closer to this hotel, which was why she arrived before Lu Yang.
As soon as the doorbell rang,
The door opened.
Aunt Jiang Yue pulled Lu Yang into the room and threw herself into his arms, "You heartless thing, it's been days, and you didn't even set aside some time for your aunt. Are you really that busy?"
"Auntie, I truly didn't mean it. The group has really encountered some trouble recently, very tricky, and I honestly couldn't get away!" Lu Yang obviously couldn't say he was busy dealing with various women.
Too busy to spare you any time.
