When Yang Hong heard her uncle's words, a blush instantly appeared on her beautiful face. Her relationship with Ye Haochuan was not like that at all.
Just as she was about to explain, who could have expected the honest middle-aged man to shut the door and leave without looking back?
Ye Haochuan chuckled, "Nice, I like this kind of uncle!"
Only Yang Hong was left with her small mouth slightly open, her cheeks continually flushing. As she turned her head, she saw the smile on Ye Haochuan's face and immediately said in anger, "Shameless pervert! What are you laughing at! There's no spare bed for you to sleep on in my house!"
"No worries, no worries, I can sleep on the sofa," Ye Haochuan chuckled.
Hearing this, a sly smile appeared on Yang Hong's face, "We don't have a sofa either, you can only sleep in the firewood shed."
Only then did Ye Haochuan remember that Yang Hong's family was dirt poor, not even owning something like a sofa.
