Feng Chengjin is making a phone call under a wutong tree.
The refreshing early autumn breeze brushes his fringe, and a brief male voice reveals a few tail words on the phone.
"...So as you guessed, the marriage certificate is a bit..."
The next two words could no longer be heard because Feng Chengjin pressed the receiver deeper into his ear.
However, after listening, there was a mocking smirk on the edge of Feng Chengjin's lips and a meaningful cold laugh.
"It must be this way, otherwise how could he have hidden it?"
"Hmm, yes." The voice on the other end echoed.
However, when Feng Chengjin's gaze fell on Gu Zixuan's collar, his eyes dimmed slightly and he didn't continue the conversation.
"Leave it at that." Feng Chengjin hung up, his gaze fixing on Gu Zixuan's healthy and lively figure, something deep and even darker lingering...
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