"Uncle! You're too astute! Truly, nothing can escape your eyes!" Yunyang bluffed confidently, eyes wide open: "That's right, Sister Yan wants to see you!"
Upon hearing his words, Han Yao felt so moved he wanted to cry.
This kid had finally seen the light.
It wasn't easy...
Song Yan's mouth twitched fiercely, her gaze incredulously turning toward Yunyang.
And yet Yunyang was winking and gesturing at her, a proud look on his face as if expecting praise.
Yunyang, this fair-weather friend, was truly adept at playing both sides, not neglecting anyone and being fair to all.
A hint of unnoticed amusement flashed in someone's eyes.
He stared into Song Yan's eyes and asked, "Do you have anything else to say?"
"..." She had nothing to say.
She was tired, needing some peace.
But she didn't want to witness someone's smug face, so full of self-love he was nearly floating to the heavens.
