After getting up in the morning the next day, Luo Ziling went to find Yang Qingyin, and the two of them prepared to go to the Yang Family Old House together.
This morning, Yang Yuanshan didn't have much to do, but he had state events in the afternoon.
"Oh, Little Yang, you must have slept well last night, your complexion looks so good."
Luo Ziling's teasing words instantly made Yang Qingyin blush.
She angrily kicked Luo Ziling and retorted, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll beat you up!"
After saying that, she waved her little fist, looking very triumphant.
"With your little frame, I could handle a dozen of you," Luo Ziling pinched her little fist and then added meaningfully, "But in certain matters, just one Little Yang is too much for me to handle."
Luo Ziling's words made Yang Qingyin so ashamed and angry that she furiously lunged at him, intending to fight him.
Ye Xiaoli, who was downstairs, heard their playful fighting and couldn't help but grin.
