Yang Yi was not angry, and stood up obediently and walked outside. However, before leaving, he still couldn't help but ask, "Are you going to the Xiantian Pavilion?"

Dongfang Lian didn't speak, just nodded. Seeing this, Yang Yi didn't say anything anymore, just got up and left the pavilion, and left slowly.

After Yang Yi left, silence returned to the air again, and Dongfang Company's gaze wandered away, looking at the mountains in the distance, and he sneered.

"Gu family? You really think we are weak persimmons, don't you?"

"This time, I will make it impossible for you to come back!"

"Crack!"

Dongfang Company's hand clenched tightly, and the tea cup in his hand was crushed into powder by him, and passed away with the wind.

When Yang Yi returned to Dongfang Lan's courtyard, the sky had just turned dark.

"came back?"

"I heard Ling'er say that when you two came back, your aunt blocked the door and made trouble for you, right?"

As soon as one foot stepped into the yard, Dongfang Lan's gentle and worried voice came. Yang Yi took two steps and saw Dongfang Lan feeding the fish by the pond.

"Yes, but fortunately my uncle came in time, so nothing major happened. My uncle and I just chatted for a while and then came back."

Yang Yi looked at Dongfang Lan's worried expression and was very moved.

He had lived alone for nearly thirty years and had never felt maternal love. But now he suddenly felt what maternal love felt like, which made him not sure what to do.

Yang Yi did not feel disgusted with this feeling. On the contrary, he enjoyed it very much.

"That's good. My eldest brother will never look at my eldest sister-in-law to cause trouble for you. But when you meet your aunt, it's best to take a detour instead of having a direct conflict with her."

Dongfang Lan warned with some worry, and then said, "Xiao Yi, come here, mom wants to tell you something."

Dongfang Lan excitedly pulled Yang Yi over and sat next to her. Then, with Yang Yi's somewhat puzzled eyes, he took out a pair of very exquisitely made cloth shoes from the basket at the back.

I know it's for children.

"Come and see if these shoes are a little short? Can Tiantian's feet fit in?"

Dongfang Lan asked Yang Yi to take a closer look. After hearing this, Yang Yi was speechless for a while.

This is already the 21st century, how come my mother still makes these kind of cloth shoes?

But Yang Yi felt warm in his heart, because he knew that this also represented his mother's feelings.
Chapter completed!