Quietly swallowed saliva and tried to squeeze out a smile: "I..."

Mother Yang came out with her luggage. She stood breathlessly in the middle of her daughter's son-in-law and was about to open her mouth. Ye Beicheng first asked, "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

"Oh, my mother's going home, so I sent her."

Quietly cut in, grabbed her mother's arm and laughed twice.

She deliberately pinched Song Qiulian with her hand, and Yang understood her daughter's meaning. She nodded: "Well, I heard that late Cheng is back, and I have to go back and look at him. The child is always doing no good."

"Call him then."

Ye Beicheng proposed,...