Ye Fan smiled: "Uncle Yong, it's my fault, I didn't explain it clearly to you."

Li Dayong shook his head: "No, it's because I'm too low-level. Just like your Aunt Liu, I look at you with colored eyes."

"Uncle Yong, stop talking. It's a trivial matter. Who among our uncles and nephews is following whom?"

Ye Fan smiled and interrupted Li Dayong's self-blame: "Come, drink tea and visit the villa by the way."

Li Dayong nodded lightly.

In less than ten minutes, Liu Yueling and the others escaped in a panic. It wasn't that they didn't want to visit Feilong Villa, but the more they looked at it, the more swollen their faces became.

"Ye Fan, this is incredible."

After coming out, Li Dayong sighed in embarrassment: "It's me who looks down on others."

He smiled wryly, exchanged greetings with the guests, and then took his wife and daughter home.

Liu Yueling and Li Momo pursed their lips and remained silent with complicated emotions.
Chapter completed!