Sumr Sutton was taken aback for a good while, then composed herself, saying calmly, "Grandpa Ink, you’re right, Manuel is indeed great, hardly anyone can compare. Manuel needs a girl as outstanding as him to be suitable."
Her words belittled herself quite a bit.
In fact, she conveyed her underlying ssage quite clearly.
Old Master Ink, being so clever, would surely understand?
Sumr Sutton thought that was the end of it.
Unexpectedly, Old Master Ink seriously scrutinized her, then couldn’t help but add, "I think your conditions aren’t too bad. Admittedly, not many can match our Manuel, but at least you’re pleasing to the eye. Marriage, after all, is about two people living together, and I think compatibility in appearance is the most important."
Smiling warmly, he asked again, "What do you think?"
Sumr Sutton was caught by his question, unsure how to respond.
Manuel Ink, standing a distance away, couldn’t bear watching anymore and called out to Sumr Sutton, "Weren’t you saying you wanted to take a plane to see the Ink Family’s scenery? Follow !"
Tossing her a casual remark, Manuel Ink headed toward the airport ahead of her.
He gave Sumr Sutton an excuse to slip away, and she understood his intention, promptly following, "Grandpa, I’m leaving first, we’ll talk later."
She vanished quickly, disappearing in an instant.
Behind them, Old Master Ink’s odd voice echoed, "Hey, Manuel Ink, do you realize what you just said? Aren’t you afraid of flying? Not scared anymore?"
"Manuel Ink, you’d better be cautious!"
"Should I arrange a dical team in advance to wait for you below?"
His words were ant as reassurance, yet they didn’t quite sound like it.
The tone was more like a mix of teasing, joking, and even a hint of schadenfreude.
Manuel Ink ignored him, continuing toward the airport.
Old Master Ink, despite his teasing, was still worried about Manuel Ink.
Following behind them, he went to the airport too.
By the ti he arrived, Manuel Ink and Sumr Sutton had already boarded the plane.
A small helicopter, primarily used by the Ink Family to view their gardens from their own aerial space, circling without going too high.
Sumr Sutton had witnessed Manuel Ink’s reaction to flying before.
Sitting beside him, she cautiously observed him.
Manuel Ink looked slightly uncomfortable at first, but didn’t show it as clearly as last ti.
He seed a bit stiff, but otherwise, there were no noticeable issues.
Sumr Sutton breathed a sigh of relief and started chatting with him, attempting to distract him.
"Look, isn’t the aerial view of the Ink Family beautiful?"
Manuel Ink remained silent, not responding to her.
"I just took so photos, want to see how they turned out?" Sumr Sutton presented her cara to him, and they began to appreciate the pictures together.
Her chatter was endless, even with a single photo, she had a lot to say.
Generally, when sitting with her, her voice never stopped.
Her conversation was so engaging, it left Manuel Ink no room for stray thoughts.
Old Master Ink brought a dical team waiting on the airport’s lawn.
In his mind, he counted down how long Manuel Ink could endure on the plane.
He believed he’d be down in less than five minutes.
Unexpectedly, half an hour later, the plane was still circling overhead...
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