Mrs. Zheng's daughter took a step forward and passed the gift to ye nuanyang. nuanyang, this is my gift to your child. I hope you don't mind. I also hope that we can bury the hatchet.
Rong Yan immediately understood that Mrs. Zheng's daughter must have had some kind of grudge with ye nuanyang in the past.
Furthermore, this woman's words carried a hint of threat. If ye nuanyang did not accept it in front of so many people, they would definitely say that she had no tolerance.
However, if he accepted it, ye nuanyang would probably feel disgusted.
rong yan was about to speak up for ye nuanyang, but she said, " "Let bygones be bygones? what do you mean? did we have a past?"
Her words were like a soft fist that could deflect a thousand Jin with little effort. She threw all the bags that the woman had thrown at him to him.
Rong Yan silently gave him a thumbs up. Indeed, after becoming a mother, ye nuanyang's combat power had increased a lot.
