Luo Ziling was the first to arrive at the teahouse.
After asking the waiter for a private room, he sat down in the room.
Before the waiter had brought the tea and snacks he ordered, Yang Qingye peeked in, looking around furtively.
"Brother-in-law," Yang Qingye said as he walked into the private room and plopped down next to Luo Ziling, his face full of gloom, "My dad called me today, chewed me out something fierce; he said my sister and I were raised for nothing, actually mixing with you—a sworn enemy of the Yang Family."
"So what did you say?" Luo Ziling asked, a bit curious.
"I said I'm not hanging out with you all the time, just occasionally seeing you. But my dad didn't believe it and threatened to break my legs when I get back." Yang Qingye said, rather angrily, "My dad also said that you're using me to do things, with the goal of stirring up hatred between the Yang Family and the other families, and to take the opportunity to trap me."
