Yang Ge chuckled and punched him lightly, "Anyone who dares to say that our Young Master Yang isn't smart from now on, I'll swing back with a smack, as clear as day, our Young Master Yang is the embodiment of wisdom in simplicity."
Yang Tiansheng said in irritation, "Don't think I can't tell that you're actually insulting me!"
Yang Ge: "When you have time, you should read more books..."
Yang Tiansheng: "Are you looking down on people again? Our old Yang Family is a lineage where literary and martial skills are passed down."
Yang Ge: "Yes, yes, you're smart, you're smart... By the way, how many days until Grain Rain?"
Yang Tiansheng: "If we calculate, it should be in about six or seven days."
Yang Ge: "There's not much time left. Later, send a capable person to invite Wang Zeng over. We need to make the final adjustments."
