What should have been a simple, brief recounting of past events was dramatized by him as if it were a chapter from a vernacular novel.
"Oh heavens, this can't be! Was Uncle Yuan really a fickle scoundrel back in the day?" Shang Yilin gasped, accidentally knocking her teacup over. The amber tea spilled and meandered across the sandalwood table.
Yan Junyao spilled the melon seeds she was holding all over the floor: "I must be dreaming. That stern and proper Uncle Yuan of ours had such a scandalous romance in his youth?"
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