"Sis, is this guy crazy? What's with the random ancient poems?"
Yue Yingshan muttered.
Yue Yinglan slightly frowned, also unsure, but she had a feeling that things weren't that simple.
Sure enough, just as the sisters were about to find someone to carry away the three guys, their father Yue Dongmeng called.
Yue Yingshan answered with a little trepidation, "Dad... that person left, I had no choice but to let him talk to you, please don't blame me, okay?"
"What does he look like, what's his background, do you know him?"
Yue Dongmeng's voice seemed to turn serious.
But Yue Yingshan hadn't noticed, and immediately said with annoyance, "That guy looks very rustic, wearing cheap stall goods, he even tricked me just now, almost got me fooled, he even... beat up the three guys, pretty good with his fists, probably a little punk."
"Beaten up? How long did they spar with each other?"
Yue Dongmeng asked again.
