Zhou Wenhui responded to Yang Fan's deliberately teasing question with a simple, coy moan, silencing him completely.
Yang Fan was so taken aback that he didn't know what to say.
"Between women, it's normal to hear moaning when they're fooling around," Zhou Wenhui said, giving Yang Fan a cheeky wink before she headed to the bathroom without bothering to explain further.
A slight twitch appeared at the corner of Yang Fan's mouth, thinking it was just like Little Mother to be so fierce.
If it had been his sister-in-law, she surely would have turned red with embarrassment.
Yang Fan flipped off the lounge chair, tidied up the thin blanket, and after Little Mother and Yang Yuan came out, he also freshened up.
When he emerged, Fourth Aunt was up too and had started tidying up the courtyard.
As their eyes met, Fourth Aunt greeted him calmly, her face unwavering and her manner polite.
She had transformed back into that poised and noble woman.
