Matriarch?
Luo Yangyang was staring at Old Madam Feng, who was about ten meters away from her. The other party was also looking at her.
The old lady's heavy gaze shot over, and Luo Yangyang tightened her grip. She was still holding a small red lantern in her hand. She quickly put her hands behind her back and nodded slightly."Grandma."
Feng Yihan looked at Luo Yangyang, who was still trying to get close to her, and felt so good that she wanted to cheer for her.
Why did Luo Yangyang have to come at this time of all times? God was on her side!
In the middle of winter, Feng Zimu ran over with a head full of sweat.
Luo Yangyang was wearing jeans and a down jacket. Feng Zimu ran over from behind her and hugged her thigh."Hahaha! I caught you!"
Luo Yangyang, whose legs were being held, quickly touched his face with her hands behind her back, silently reminding him that there was danger ahead.