"Get lost!"
Yang Xinyi's face turned beet red, making her look even more delicate and charming. Her look of indignant shyness stirred a surge of impulse within Ye Xiong.
If only he could steal a kiss, how wonderful that would be!
When he got home, his younger auntie pulled Ye Xiong aside for a chat, and his eloquence made Yang Yueru laugh cheerfully until ten o'clock, before she reluctantly went to take a shower.
It wasn't until the living room was left with only Ye Xiong that a figure stealthily approached and sat next to him. A pair of big eyes gazed at Ye Xiong, a hint of a mischievous smile revealed in her expression.
"Should I call you cousin-in-law, or should I call you the little pretty face that Du Yuehua keeps?" Tang Ning's eyes swept over him with a hint of cunning.
"Little aunt-in-law, what do you mean by that?" Ye Xiong asked, smiling at her.
