"Excuse me," Fang Tianze said, puffing out his cheeks and glaring at Yang Ruxin. "I don't care, come home with me right now."
The young attendant by their side was actually completely bewildered. He naturally recognized the county magistrate's son, but he hadn't expected that this family, clearly from the village, were so familiar with the county magistrate's family. He quickly went over in his mind whether he had neglected them in any way; after thinking for a long time and not finding anything, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Zeze," Yang Ruxin took a breath and then seriously looked at Fang Tianze. "I truly appreciate your feelings, but have you thought about it? If we went to your house, we would feel very uncomfortable..."
"Why would that be?" Fang Tianze frowned.