Yang Fan pushed the door open.
In the spacious courtyard, filled with flowers and plants, a group of women were actually playing 'eagle catches the chicks'.
Wei Juan was the eagle, and Little Mother was the hen.
Yang Fan stood at the door, stunned.
This scene was too harmonious and beautiful, which made Yang Fan feel somewhat eerie.
"Fanzi, you're back?"
Wei Juan suddenly turned her head towards Yang Fan and sweetly called out.
Under the light, her delicate face resembled the gradually rising bright moon, her smile bright and captivating.
But maybe it was Yang Fan's imagination, he always felt her eyes were somewhat cold, giving him a feeling as if peering into the abyss, as if the next moment she might transform into a hideous figure, pouncing to bite off his neck.
"Ah, back now. Looks like you all are having fun. Have you eaten yet?" Yang Fan gave a stiff smile.
"Not yet, we were waiting for you to come back," Wei Juan said sweetly, "Let's have dinner then."
