"How rare! That guy Jing Hong actually got angry."
Fatty looked at Jing Hong's disappearing figure in surprise and mumbled to himself.
"You can't blame him for getting angry!" Zhuge Wushuang said, pursing his lips. "If the boss didn't forbid it, I'd just go over alone tomorrow and start a massacre. Why bother with all this?"
While the group was still thinking about how to resolve tomorrow's issue to satisfy Yang Yan, he, being the main character, had already returned to the courtyard.
However, as soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw an unexpected person.
"Momo, what are you doing here?"
Yang Yan asked the little girl in front of him.
"Uncle Yang, you're back? I was too bored at home alone, so I sneaked over here."
The person in front was none other than Feng Guoshan's daughter, Feng Momo, the original owner of this courtyard.
"You sneaked over here?"
Yang Yan asked in confusion.
