Zhu Chengpeng's face was flushed, and his ears were burning. As a man being pointed out for his health issues in front of relatives and juniors, he was too embarrassed to stay any longer. He glared fiercely at his wife and ran off.
The fourth aunt was also blushing, but thinking of her future happiness, she forcibly held back her embarrassment, her eyes filled with a desiring gaze as she awaited Yang Fei's answer.
What Yang Fei saw was a middle-aged woman, filled with despair, seeing a glimmer of hope, and her pitiful eyes full of yearning.
He was quite displeased with Zhu Chengpeng, having called out the latter's health issues in public and shamed him away. After venting his anger, now facing the desiring eyes of Zhu's wife, he almost wanted to slap himself.
It was satisfying to embarrass Zhu Chengpeng, but now he had to treat the man—wasn't that just asking for trouble?
