Ye Fan smiled: "Uncle Yong, it's my fault. I didn't explain it to you clearly."

Li Dayong shook his head: "No, it's because I'm too low-level. Just like your Aunt Liu, I look at you with a erotic look."

"Uncle Yong, stop talking about it. For a little bit of a matter, who will be our uncle and nephew with whom."

Ye Fan smiled and interrupted Li Dayong's self-blame: "Come on, have tea and visit the villa."

Li Dayong nodded slightly.

In less than ten minutes, Liu Yueling and the others escaped in a mess. It was not that they didn’t want to visit Feilong Villa, but that the more they looked, the more they felt their faces became more swollen.

"Ye Fan, that's amazing."

After coming out, Li Dayong sighed awkwardly: "It's my dog's eyes that make people look down."

He smiled bitterly and greeted the guests, and then took his wife and daughter home.

Liu Yueling and Li Momo pursed their lips, their emotions were complicated and they rarely spoke.
Chapter completed!