"This is my home too. I'll come back if I want to."
Luo Yangyang's tone was calm.
When she came back from the primeval forest yesterday, her neck was also bitten by poisonous mosquitoes.
In order not to let Luo Ying see the few red bumps on his neck, Luoyang did not tie his hair. His long hair that was like a waterfall fell down.
Feng Yihan looked at Luo Yangyang, who was staring at her with her innocent eyes, and the hatred in her heart gradually surged.
Whenever she saw Luo Yangyang, Luo Yangyang always looked so innocent.
This comparison made her seem especially vicious, which made Feng Yihan very unhappy.
"You're back, but are you sure you can stay here?"
Feng Yihan walked down the stairs and approached Luo Yangyang like a proud peacock.
Although she had not been to the old mansion to accompany Old Madam Feng for a while, Old Madam Feng's determination to not allow Luo Yangyang to marry into the Feng family would not be easily changed.