"Stop with the 'pretty boy' talk... Your disciples are watching. This is so embarrassing~"
Ye Liyuan shyly pursed her lips and gave Pei Yuhang a soft, powerless tap with her fist.
Smiling, Pei Yuhang gently ruffled the hair of the three cherished family members in his arms. "I'm leaving," he said. "Wait for my return!"
With that, Pei Yuhang turned and walked away, never once looking back. He was afraid that if he saw the shimmer of tears in Liyuan's and Yueqiu's eyes, he wouldn't be able to bear leaving.
"So, Palace Master Pei is finally willing to let go of his precious little wife?"
Huang Wanshi had deliberately slowed her pace. As Pei Yuhang approached, her red lips curved upward, and with a flirtatious gleam in her eyes, she intentionally fell into step beside him.
Pei Yuhang edged away, not wanting to be too close to this old woman and her blatant intentions.
