Murong Yan didn't back down: "It's just three days, no problem, listen up." Murong Yan cleared her throat: "Three days later... I'm done praising."
"How dare you mess with me." Yang Fan's big hands took advantage of the situation and found success repeatedly.
"Shh, there are people outside, stop stop stop, I'll go help prepare dinner, you must be tired from flying, go rest for a while." Murong Yan stood up, tidied her clothes, and walked out.
Yang Fan was indeed a bit tired. He took a nap, and when he woke up, it was dark.
After washing his face, he came down from the second floor and smelled the aroma of the food.
Yang Fan walked over and greeted the Murong Bo couple who had returned.
"Sit down quickly and eat." Murong Bo pulled out a chair, and he had already placed a bottle of liquor on the table.
