"Uncle Bunong, what exactly is going on?" Li Yifei stared at Bunong, his face involuntarily showing a tense expression.
Bunong looked at Li Yifei, his face brimming with an amused smile, and said, "According to the traditions in our village, Na Yi is now your wife."
Li Yifei's face twitched slightly, and he said, "Uncle Bunong, is there some kind of misunderstanding here?"
Bunong's smile froze on his face as he asked, "You don't like Na Yi?"
"That's not it. Na Yi is a good girl; I can feel that. But I'm already a married man—how could I marry Na Yi again?"
"You're married?" Bunong immediately frowned.
Li Yifei nodded and said, "That's right, I'm married."
Bunong's expression grew even darker. He turned towards Na Yi and started speaking in Miao language. Li Yifei couldn't understand a single word, and could only stand by anxiously. However, from their expressions, Li Yifei sensed that this matter was proving to be quite troublesome.
