Chapter 9

Yang Yao is very beautiful, with doe eyes, bright red lips, a slender waist like a willow, and a bold dressing style.

At a glance, she could take your breath away.

It's like a little deer darting straight into your heart.

Aunt Yang smiled as she placed a lobster into my bowl.

"It's been so long, and Ah Chen has grown up. Truly promising at a young age."

Just as I was about to drop my chopsticks, Yang Yao took the lobster from my bowl.

"Mom, you forgot that Ah Chen is allergic to seafood."

Aunt Yang helplessly looked at Yang Yao.

"You always remember what Ah Chen can eat, but can't remember what your own mom likes?"

Yang Yao said.

"Of course, I know what Uncle Zhao and Aunt Zhao like."

Aunt Yang teasingly looked at Yang Yao and me.

"Look at that, always siding with outsiders."

"It's just a pity though..."

For a moment, I thought I saw Yang Yao's ear turn red on one side.

After drinking, my dad had the family driver take me home.