"Is there a possibility that Miss Shen Silin from our family has a problem with her eyes or her brain?" Shen Huiming's wife, Second Madam Shen Liu Jinhua, looked at Yang Yu and Shen Silin with ill intentions. "Just like some people specifically enjoy eating stinky tofu and snail rice noodle, or some dogs that specifically like to eat shit, there's nothing anyone can do about it!"
"Exactly," Yang Yu said teasingly as he looked at Liu Jinhua, "The kind of dog you mentioned that likes to eat shit, isn't that Young Master Li?"
Liu Jinhua's eyes widened: "Which of your eyes saw me talking about Young Master Li?"
Yang Yu laughed, "You just said Silin might have a problem with her eyes or brain, yet Young Master Li still specifically traveled all the way from Yanjing to propose to a woman with such issues, isn't that precisely like a dog who likes to eat shit?"
"Pfft—"
"Haha!"
Although everyone knew they shouldn't laugh, they couldn't help but burst out laughing.
