"No way! The punching bag... oh, I mean, Ye Yangyang... is actually your sister? This is like something out of a novel," Tang Ning ran over, finding it hard to believe.
"Hello, Tang Ning," Ye Yangyang said, letting go of her brother and standing quietly to the side.
"I should have realized you were my brother-in-law's sister. Look how similar you two are! Those eyes, that nose, even the outline of your faces," Tang Ning's gaze darted back and forth between them as she clicked her tongue in amazement. "It's like you were cast from the same mold. Of course, your temperaments couldn't be more different; they're worlds apart."
Having just reunited with his sister, Ye Xiong couldn't be bothered to bicker with her.
"Brother, are you married?" Ye Yangyang's eyes fell on Yang Xinyi, who had been standing silently nearby. Captivated by her stunning beauty, she asked in a soft voice, "Are you my sister-in-law? You're so beautiful."