"My second cousin's birthday is in June," Fang Tianze hastened to add.
"Look at that, you're even a month older than me. It's not good to pretend to be younger. So, you should just call me Miss Yang," Yang Ruxin said this as she extended her hand to support Fang Tianze, "Let's go back and sit down to wait."
Fang Tianze nodded obediently and even cheekily winked at Yang Ruxin, as if he was delighted that his cousin had been snubbed.
A flicker passed through Yang Ruxin's eyes—apparently, the relationships within this family were quite complicated.
Fang Tiangang's face was very ugly, his gaze venomously following Yang Ruxin's retreating figure for a moment before he managed to compose himself: "Miss Yang, I was presumptuous."
Yang Ruxin turned her head to look at him, nodded slightly, and said nothing.
Fang Tiangang wanted to say more, but Mr. and Madam Fang Dehua arrived.
