Yun Ya's fingers viciously pinched his waist, to which Yan Song gasped lightly, "Heartless girl, plotting to murder your own husband, huh."
"Serves you right."
Yan Song snorted and, amidst the curious and prying gazes, walked briskly toward the apartment building with Yun Ya in his arms without changing his expression.
As the two walked away, the idle gossip of the elderly followed.
"Young people these days, tsk tsk... shameless, embracing and hugging in public, what are they thinking?"
"The morals of society are declining...."
"But, let's not kid ourselves, that young man is quite handsome. Look at him, he's great material for raising children... would make for an excellent grandson-in-law for me. Too bad...."
"Give it up, does your granddaughter look like she's a match for him? He's a perfect match for my Baby Girl...."
