"Wife, you've returned."
Upon hearing Ye Luo's words, Ling Qingya's brows furrowed, and she said sternly, "Ye Luo, please remember, I am not your wife, and I have nothing to do with you."
"Qing Ya, what are you saying? You are engaged to Ye Luo, and it's just a matter of getting married. You are nearly real husband and wife. What's wrong with calling him husband?"
Suddenly, the old master of the Ling Family's face darkened as he spoke out.
Ling Qingya's brows were slightly knit together, while Ye Luo was secretly rejoicing.
"Alright, I won't call you wife anymore. Can I call you Ya Ya then?"
Immediately, Ling Qingya's face darkened, and her cold eyes stared fiercely at Ye Luo.
"Alright, Qing Ya, Ye Luo has not come over often. It's time for dinner. Let's go eat together in the dining room."
The old master of the Ling Family stood up and said.
"Yes, Grandfather." Ling Qingya didn't protest but nodded, while her gaze toward Ye Luo was filled with indifference.