"Xiaoxia, you're here."
Jiang Mingxia walked out from inside the house, holding a jewelry box. Seeing Xiaoxia, she walked forward, took her hand, and led her towards the sofa, sitting opposite Shi Jiayin.
"Was the flight tiring?"
Ning Xia smiled, "It was alright."
Shi Jiayin slightly tilted her chin up, clearly sitting, yet she looked down on Ning Xia with a condescending gaze, her lips parting slightly, "Regular flights can't be that comfortable, sorry, but my husband's private jet didn't have extra seats, otherwise I could have taken you too, private jets are much more comfortable."
The words were apologetic, but the tone was anything but.
Ning Xia still smiled, "It's okay, commercial flights are pretty good too."
"Huh, that's because you haven't flown on a private jet, naturally you can't compare. How about this, on the way back, I'll see if I can clear a spot for you, after all... we were born from the same mother."
