Feng Zhuo glanced at Yu Jingrong's conflicted expression, a teasing look in his eyes, and said calmly, "There's nothing wrong, I grew up with your little uncle, and we even have a life-and-death friendship. It's not like before..."
"Ayun was joking, I'll arrange two guest rooms for you, how could you sleep in the bathroom," Yu Jingrong said with a forced smile, but her heart twitched. Monster, let go of my little uncle, let my future aunt come.
Feng Zhuo thought Yu Jingrong's expression was really amusing. It seems that this trip is worthwhile and staying down won't be too boring.
After the living room was left with three men, Feng Zhuo smiled and said to Lang Qingge, "Did you see your niece's expression just now? It's interesting, really interesting."
Lang Qingge glanced at him and reproached, "Clearly you misled her on purpose?"
