Translator: Aran

  Seeing that Ye Qingyu had finished the wine, the smile on the lips of the woman in white immediately widened, like a child who had just made a prank, laughing like blossoming plants swaying in the breeze.

  Yu Xiaoxing and Aunt Heng threw each other a glance.

  The former’s eyes were filled with astonishment and confusion.

  The latter’s eyes were equally astonished, shaking her head slightly.

  It was obvious that at this moment, Aunt Han was de..