Only Ye Zi'an remembered it most vividly—when people called him a lame boy back then, Yang Chuxia would explode just like this.
He whispered something into Yang Chuxia's ear, and after her initial shock, she became somewhat worried.
She had always thought that Luo Linhao was just joking around. Yang Xiayun was only ten years old today, still naive about many things. Most importantly, she hadn't seen any particular fondness from her towards Luo Linhao.
But when did the two of them start holding hands?
Of course, that wasn't the main issue. The main issue was that Luo Linhao was no ordinary person, he was different from Brother An back then. Brother An was alone, but Luo Linhao had a father and a sister, with the entire Luo Family behind him. And his father was no ordinary person either—he was Great Zhou's first-rank Great General, noble in status and distinguished in position. Ordinary people couldn't match up to them, let alone a farm household like the Yang Family.