After Jing Xuan left, Yang Jinghai asked Liu Xiaoyu to sit by his side.
Tang Huai looked at them and almost laughed.
Yang Jinghai really didn't consider himself an outsider, acting as if this home was his own.
"That young man is quite impressive," Yang Jinghai hinted.
Liu Xiaoyu agreed, "Jing Peng is indeed very good."
"Is he from a wealthy family? Why do they call him Jing Peng?"
"His family is well-off, he's handsome, and has a good job; everyone who knows him calls him that, so he can be considered a rich young master."
"I think he and your daughter, Tang Huai, are quite a match; maybe in the future, he will become your son-in-law."
Liu Xiaoyu was startled by Yang Jinghai's words, "You're joking; my daughter isn't a match for Jing Peng. Old Yang, you shouldn't make such jokes in the future. It wouldn't be good if Jing Peng's family heard this."
"I heard that boy address you as Auntie Wu; are you from the same village?" asked Yang Jinghai.
