"Who else could it be if not her?"
Liu Chunling sneered with disdain and said indifferently to her daughter and son-in-law, "Speaking of which, she's quite the legendary figure in our mahjong circle."
"Oh?"
The son-in-law, Li Yupeng, narrowed his eyes, instantly understanding his mother-in-law's intentions, and quickly played along, "What kind of legend? Mom, you have to tell me about this."
It was the peak dining hour, and the Spring Breeze Restaurant was bustling with customers.
Seeing that Mo Han and a few others seemed to have a clash with Liu Chunling's party, these onlookers, having nothing better to do, gathered around to enjoy the spectacle.
In just a short while, more and more people crowded around. Liu Chunling's eyes flashed with triumph as she raised her voice and told her son-in-law, "Xiao Peng, let me introduce her to you first. This auntie, named Yang Meifeng, has been my mahjong buddy for many years."
