However, Luo Linhao, who had gone out, was yet to know that the atmosphere in the house had changed.
It began with, "Haha…" a burst of laughter.
"You you, Brother An, you're really too funny. What kind of silly girl sends you this?"
Ye Zi'an shook his head, "Don't know, didn't ask which family's."
When Yang Chuxia finally stopped laughing, hehe, Ye Zi'an felt as if a pair of pincers had clamped onto the soft flesh of his waist.
"Tell me, was that girl pretty or not?"
Ye Zi'an's nerves were taut, but he replied with feigned calmness, "Don't know, wasn't paying attention to what she looked like."
"Is that so?" Feeling the human flesh pincers at his waist relax, she continued, "Besides the one who sent whitening cream, were there others who sent handkerchiefs or flowers or embroidered purses?"
