Qingsi's aunt withdrew her hand from being slapped and jokingly scolded, "The Du family isn't your family, huh? If your grandfather heard that, he'd probably slap you..."
"It was a slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue..." Wan Qingsi lightly slapped herself twice, shaking her aunt's arm, "Auntie, you can't go tell Grandpa about this, okay?"
"Alright, alright!" Wan Qingsi's aunt laughed, pulling her arm out of Qingsi's grasp and affectionately flicking her nose, "You know, even if I wanted to complain to your grandpa, I couldn't, since he and the others are vacationing in Hawaii..."
Qingsi knew her aunt was joking with her. If she wanted to complain, wouldn't it be simple? Even if they were in Antarctica, a satellite phone would allow her to speak freely.