Yang Changjin and Li Guiju had always focused their attention on Yang Fei, especially Yang Changjin, as Yang Fei was his own nephew whom he had raised as his own son. After not seeing him for ten years, Yang Fei was the only one in his eyes.
At this moment, seeing Qin Yanyang, he was visibly stunned.
How could she be so beautiful?
Could this be a dream? I was still worried that my nephew couldn't find a wife, but how did he bring back such a beautiful wife?
"Oh my, this girl looks so lively, just like a fairy!" Li Guiju exclaimed as she looked at Qin Yanyang. If Qin Yanyang had been any other woman, Li Guiju, sticking to the rural customs and her own personality, would have grabbed Qin Yanyang by the hand already.
But Qin Yanyang, standing there in an easy-going manner, smiling with even her ears turning red—a look of shyness—her innately noble and elegant demeanor rendered people cautious not to approach her carelessly.
