"Uncle Ye, shouldn't you also give a meeting gift?" The look in Jian Yexuan's eyes clearly saw her as a troublesome child, a sly glint flashed across Mou Ye's eyes.
Uncle Ye? Hearing this title again, Ye Xuan speechlessly touched his nose, seeing Jiang Zheng looking like he was enjoying the drama, he nodded, "Okay, my gift will be the same as your Uncle Jiang's."
Luo Ye's eyes quickly curved into crescents: "Great, I don't want others to know about my gift, let's talk in the guest room. Brother, you come too."
Jiang Zheng promptly got up: "Alright, making it quite mysterious, Ye, let's coordinate."
Wen Xin gave her daughter a reproachful look: "You girl, really troublesome."
"It's not troublesome, mainly because I'm worried about extorting stuff from uncle in front of you, afraid you might scold me." Luo Ye smiled at Yang Mingfang: "Teacher Yang, pardon me."
Yang Mingfang, smiling ingratiatingly, stood up: "No worries."
