During breakfast, Tang Yuran finally couldn't help but look up and ask her mother, "Mom, what is 'harvesting yang to supplement yin'?"
Tang Yuran's mother's complexion changed and she stared at Tang Yuran, asking, "Where did you hear that term?"
"Dad said that you 'harvested his yang to supplement yin' for an entire week before you let him go." Tang Yuran thought for a moment, then continued, "Mom, what exactly did you do to Dad?"
Tang Yuran's mother narrowed her eyes and a wave of murderous aura seemed to radiate from her entire body instantly.
Gu Yu glanced at Tang Yuran's mother and then at Tang Yuran before lowering his head to quietly continue eating.
Footsteps descending the stairs echoed; a freshly dressed Tang Dongli came smiling to the dining table, casually picked up the youtiao (deep-fried dough stick) in the center of the table, and took a bite, "Hmm! Delicious, nothing beats breakfast made by the wife."
