Yang Chuxia slapped away his hand holding the shoes and pointed to the side, "The shoes you took off are your dad's, why should I wear them?"
Ye Haoyang was stunned, "Mom, you're something else, hitting someone without taking off your own shoes. You've ruined the image of my scholarly dad."
"Stop talking nonsense and quickly put your dad's shoes back on."
"Yes, at your command, madam. Here you go, Dad, let me help you with the shoes." Ye Haoyang happily brought the shoes closer.
"Alright, I can do it myself." Ye Zi'an took the shoes and put them on himself while asking, "Where did you go last night?"
"Yeah, where did you go?" Yang Chuxia patted his shoulder, "Your dad and I arrived yesterday, waiting for you to come back for dinner, but we waited all night. Where did you fool around, you rascal? I'm warning you, you're about to get married, so don't do anything that would let Hua'en down. If you do, it's not just Uncle Mu who won't spare you, but your dad and I won't either."
