Zhou Wenhui stared straight at Yang Fan, her face suddenly breaking into an auntly smile.
"So, do you want to know?" she teased, a playful smile on her lips.
Yang Fan replied irritably, "Little Mother, after all this teasing, do you need to ask if I want to know? Spit it out already, what are you hiding for!"
Zhou Wenhui covered her mouth and chuckled, then took another glance outside before whispering, "I honestly hadn't realized how strong your luck with the ladies is. That night, let me tell you, it was quite thrilling."
"When I went in, that little girl Yang Yuan was pouncing on your sister-in-law, seeking kisses from her up and down!"
Yang Fan curled his lip. "You already told me about this before, even complained that Yang Yuan was being too troublesome."
