"You are unfilial, you'll be struck down by lightning from the heavens." Yang Baiyue felt fear.
"I consider my father to have passed away long ago." Yang Ruxin chuckled, "And besides, since you don't even acknowledge our ancestors, if anyone were to be struck by lightning, it should be you first..."
"You..." Yang Baiyue wanted to get angry but forcefully suppressed it, his demeanor turning tender and affectionate, "Xinxin, I know you resent me, but I was really left with no choice, I truly had my own difficulties over these years..."
"Can you please stop disgusting me?" Yang Ruxin sighed, "I'm getting goosebumps."
"Xinxin?"
But Yang Ruxin suddenly waved her hand: "Do you smell that fragrance?"
Just as Yang Baiyue was about to nod, he hurriedly covered his nose.
