"Sis, please take me along." As soon as Yang Xiayun heard, she clung to Yang Chuxia's arm, "I need to see what the rival in love looks like!"
"..." Luo Linhao's mouth twitched.
"That can't be considered a rival in love." Yang Chuxia patted her shoulder and said, "She has someone she likes, but as for why she's marrying Linhao, I'm thinking it's the First Madam Luo and Old Master Li's idea, for the sake of interests."
"Really?" Yang Xiayun blinked, instantly understood, waved her hand, "Not interesting, I really thought it was a rival in love. Turns out it's not, forget it, I'm not going. Also, who'd be as blind as you to actually fancy you."
The last sentence was directed at Luo Linhao, with an immense feeling of disdain.
"You brat, Yunyun, knowing you're blind with words? Want to get beaten?" Luo Linhao chased after her, not sure what the two discussed, but when Luo Linhao came back, he was all smiles.
She couldn't understand the occasional banter between these two.
