Perhaps it had been too long since Tang Huai had called her "Third Auntie", for now, hearing Tang Huai call out "Third Auntie", something stirred inexplicably in her heart.
Yang Hongxing shook her head, hastily explaining, "That's not it, Tang Huai, I didn't know I had ingested laxatives, I didn't know your third uncle drugged my porridge..."
"I no longer have a third aunt or a third uncle." Tang Huai lowered her eyes, then looked up, pinching the bridge of her nose, a face of exhaustion: "You all should leave, I am fed up and irritated by you."
Looking up again, Tang Huai had an indifferent expression, looking at Yang Hongxing with detachment, "If you don't leave now, I can't guarantee I won't talk about this matter with our big boss."
Everyone was not afraid of Lin Weiqun, but they feared Lin Weiqun's husband, the owner of Dijiang Bar, a boss with enough clout and harsh methods to open a bar in the county town.
Provoking them would be suicidal, wouldn't it?
