Feng Rong's cool lips curved slightly.
His dark eyes turned towards Feng Guoyuan.
"So this is my little stepmother."
His voice, laced with a smile, revealed nothing.
Feng Guoyuan was left in an awkward situation by his son's inexplicable words.
He couldn't fathom what his son was thinking.
However, recalling the young wives he'd taken before, Feng Rong seemed to not say much.
It should be nothing serious.
Feng Guoyuan's chubby hand slipped into his pocket.
"I truly love your little stepmother, and tonight I planned to bring her back to meet you, but unexpectedly, we ran into each other."
His small, triangular eyes squinted almost into slits.
Feng Rong's dark eyes fixated on Feng Guoyuan.
He remained silent for a while.
For some reason, a chill ran through Feng Guoyuan's heart.
At this moment, Feng Rong lowered his eyelids and chuckled softly.
He called Su Yan his little stepmother on purpose.
Yet the words coming from Feng Guoyuan's mouth.
Seemed so justified.
