"Aunt Hong is back?" Yang Tian also gaped at the door with surprise on his face.
A lady wearing a plain red dress walked in. She was around 40 years old. There was a birthmark the size of a palm on the right side of her face. Therefore, she looked rather ugly. She had a little basket in her hand, and it contained many herbs.
"Aunt, you're home so soon?" As Shi Ting went to her happily, she stretched her arm to take the herb basket.
Aunt Hong nodded and lifted her eyes to look at Ye Chen who was standing aside. She frowned and said while seeming upset, "Who's this?" She had heard Ye Chen's bragging as soon as she returned. That was the reason why she was secretly upset.
"Aunt Hong, this is my friend, Ye Chen. He's here to save me," Yang Tian introduced while smiling.
"Save you?" Aunt Hong said immediately with a stern expression, "Yang Tian, you know more about your situation than anybody. Do you think your friend can save you? That's pure nonsense!"
