The murmurs of the crowd, though kept at a low volume, were clearly heard by both Yang Fei and Liang Shitong.
Yang Fei remained indifferent, and Liang Shitong also turned a deaf ear.
Liang Shitong gazed deeply at Yang Fei, saying nothing.
Finally, he patted Yang Fei on the shoulder, said something, and then turned back to stand beside Yang Yurong.
Behind Yang Fei, Liang Jiayi listened as Yang Fei shamelessly called her father "Father-in-law" again and again, and surprisingly, Liang Shitong didn't seem to mind.
She felt both embarrassed and worried at heart.
Liang Jiayi couldn't help but glance at Yang Fei, only to see the fellow looking as though he had found a treasure, his face beaming with delight like a blooming flower.
Liang Jiayi couldn't help but ask Yang Fei a question.
"You scoundrel, what did my dad say to you?"
Yang Fei beamed with happiness and immediately replied, "The old man handed you over to me."
