Feng Ting looked at Lu Mian with such a determined appearance and subconsciously asked.
Lu Mian didn't answer but smiled.
Holding the coffee saucer, she took a sip leisurely. The seminar was in the afternoon, yet she showed no sign of nervousness.
Calm and composed, everything was under control.
Feng Ting was slightly surprised.
With such confidence, could it be...
Soon, he realized something, and his iron-like stern face started to crack with emotion.
"You..."
Lu Mian tilted her head, put down the coffee cup, and smiled gently.
"Not me, it's my husband."
Although her tone was calm, anyone could hear the pride in her words.
Feng Ting's mouth dropped open, shocked as he was fed a mouthful of dog food.
So full.
Sikong Jian also understood, looking at Xiao Qimo with surprise and astonishment.
"You?"
Everyone implicitly understood without stating the truth.
But the implied meaning was already very clear.
