However, the next second, Yang Fei's face returned to its usual carefree expression.
He shrugged his shoulders, admiring Yang Yurong who was not far away.
"Honestly, Jiayi, your mom is very beautiful. She must have been a great beauty when she was young,"
"But her manners might not be the best. Look, her eyeballs are nearly popping out."
Liang Jiayi was both angry and amused, yet dared not continue talking nonsense with Yang Fei.
Struggling to get up, she endured the severe pain in her ankle and seriously warned Yang Fei.
"Yang Fei, my mom's here, and things don't look good."
"She has always disapproved of me becoming a village official, and from the looks of it, she probably has a deep prejudice about your relationship with me."
"No matter what happens later, you must not act impulsively, or it could be dangerous."
Yang Fei smiled faintly.
"Dangerous? What happened last night, that was dangerous."
