Because the door was slightly ajar, Yang Feng could hear their muffled conversation and make out small bits of what was being said. He could see she was comforting his younger sister, something both he and Yang Yulong had great trouble doing.
While Zhao Lifei comforted Yang Ruqin, he came to the conclusion that she would make a fantastic mother — something he planned on ensuring.
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The dinner had officially started. Yang Mujian sat at the enormous table in the center of the room, surrounded by a majority of his family members who were doing their very best to kiss up to him; unfortunately, two of his three favorite grandchildren were absent.
