After a silent lament in the depths of her heart, she slightly furrowed her brows and hesitantly said, "Today is a very important day; I want to spend more time with you."
Mr. Yang, deflated by the firmly held conclusion that was slung back at him, glowered at his eldest daughter, who was purposely trying to trip him up.
Immediately after, he witnessed a situation similar to the one that had just unfolded; Yang Yuran dropped her hands and stared blankly into her bowl of food, as if she had been scared out of her wits.
Mr. Yang's face fell. Silently, he brooded. He was nearly sixty years old, constantly being manipulated by a daughter in her twenties—how could this be? If word got out, people would laugh him to death.
The area suddenly fell dead silent. Yang Fei sensed the impending drama and stealthily glanced at Yang Yuran, intending to relish in her embarrassment. To her chagrin, she saw her cousin imitating her, nearly jumping up in anger to curse someone out.
