"I'm just trying to have madam meet the General sooner, right?" Chai Qin rolled her eyes at Yang Xiong, "What do you know?"
Yang Xiong rubbed his nose, "But..."
"Enough." Yang Ruxin slapped the table, "If you two want to flirt, go outside. Don't affect my appetite."
"Madam, we're not flirting!" Chai Qin stomped her foot.
"Then you're talking about love."
"Madam." Chai Qin's face turned red, she stomped her foot again, "You can't say things like that."
"Yang Xiong, do you know why you're brought to Beijing?"
Yang Xiong was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed and nodded vigorously.
"Since you know, and you're still surnamed Yang, the Yang Family aren't cowards. Hurry up and take your future wife, and find some way to keep her quiet." Yang Ruxin said, waving her hand.
Yang Xiong's face also turned red, but he didn't hesitate. He really went over and hugged Chai Qin: "Yes." Then he ran off holding her.
