Seeing that Ye Qingyu had finished the wine, the smile on the lips of the woman in white immediately widened, like a child who had just made a prank, laughing like blossoming plants swaying in the breeze.

Yu Xiaoxing and Aunt Heng threw each other a glance.

The former’s eyes were filled with astonishment and confusion.

The latter’s eyes were equally astonished, shaking her head slightly.

It was obvious that at this moment, Aunt Han was definitely not the person ...