Yang Fei's just-relaxed face turned black instantly again. She threw the things in Lin Yueyao's hand to the ground, and then grabbed Yueyao's hand, "Yueyao, our maid service doesn't offer this service! If this rascal makes any strange requests in the future, you just refuse him. If he dares to fire you, I'll back you up!"
Yang Gang became depressed. He was absolutely a mortal enemy with this step-sister in a past life – they were like water and fire, mutually restraining enemies.
This was too much. His modest hobby was being "cruelly" stripped away.
This was intolerable.
Just as he was gearing up to protest, Yang Ya shot him a look, "Gang, you really should behave properly. You are the only son of the Yang family, representing the image of our family."
Yang Gang instantly deflated: "Got it, Sis."
Watching Yang Gang's dejected look, Yang Fei's mood improved significantly. She made a funny face at Yang Gang, took Yueyao's hand, and walked away.