Yang Ye looked at Tong Sanlang, who was standing next to him, with some surprise, "Aren't you and Miss Qiao a couple?"
Tong Sanlang shook his head firmly, "No."
"Oh my!" Yang Ye clicked his tongue twice, unfolded the fan in his hand with a whoosh, casually waved it a couple of times, and stepped into the courtyard.
He brought many people, and arrived late, so Tong Sanlang and his father and brothers had to go to the village entrance to receive them.
He strolled around like a tourist on his way, not expecting to hear someone proposing to Qiao Xiaomai as soon as he got off the carriage.
He had to see who this public suitor was.
When Yang Ye moved, those behind him also moved forward.
Upon entering the courtyard and seeing the young man proposing to Qiao Xiaomai, a rare look of astonishment appeared on Yang Ye's handsome face.
