Liang Jiayi snorted, but the corners of her mouth revealed a smile.
"Who made you ignore others, I will ignore you too, hmph!"
Watching Liang Jiayi's tender demeanor of a petite woman.
Yang Fei felt a ticklish feeling in his heart.
"Haven't I been busy?"
While saying that, he stealthily reached out and caught hold of Liang Jiayi's small hand.
At the same time, Yang Fei's fingertips gently scratched the palm of her hand.
Liang Jiayi's hand, held in his warm, large hand, quivered.
She quickly shook off Yang Fei's hand.
Liang Jiayi's cheeks were burning hot, as red as a fully bloomed rose.
"Phooey, who let you hold my hand, can't you see the situation?"
Yang Fei turned around, watching the group from Luo Dicheng gradually moving away.
He looked rather naive.
"I am holding my wife's little hand, do I need to care about the situation?"
Liang Jiayi's face turned crimson red as if bleeding.
"Who is your... wife, talking nonsense!"
Yang Fei feigned surprise, "Aren't you?"
