On South Street of Shipping City, Zhenxue gazed melancholically at Yang Chuan.
I only listened to Chen Xue, but Yanyan blushed oddly across her face.
Yang Tian smiled lightly without answering.
How could he not understand the intentions of his parents and sister?
The opportunity was clearly created for him and Qi Yuan, but the two parted ways over a decade ago. The contributions of this matter to both families were evident to all.
Although the two had never faltered as a couple, the Yang Family had already positioned Qi Yuan as the legitimate heroine of the Liang Household.
Because of Chen Xue, Yang Qianqian's mother's subtle glances naturally revealed clues, only treating Chen Xue as a younger sister.
But it wasn't just Yang Mao; neither her foster father nor Yang San believed it. Now, things were progressing.
"Ah! We're here!"
While Yang Zhengqian was lost in thought, Zhenxue suddenly jolted, startled.
