Upon hearing her father's stern voice on the phone, Feng Lu's expression turned extremely unpleasant. She held herself back repeatedly and asked, "I casually asked, did Luo Yanqing and the woman he remarried have a son?"
"I haven't heard."
"I saw it myself, Luo Yanqing was holding a two or three-year-old boy..."
"So what if they do? You haven't had any relationship with them for a long time, you'd better make that clear!"
"Dad... can't you speak to me properly? These years in Hu City haven't been good for me,"
Tears welled up in Feng Lu's eyes again as she expressed her grievances, "Xiao Shen has never relented. He always gives me a cold shoulder, and sometimes even scolds me. Dad... how can he treat me like this?
I'm his fiancée, yet he'd rather be with that petty Qin Zhen than with me. After Qin Zhen died, I followed him to Hu City,
