"If you didn't marry Feng Mingzhu, who else can it be?"
"I can't call you brother-in-law, while I continue on shamelessly liking you."
Those two lines kept replaying itself in his mind and, as Li Nanheng watched Feng Ling's face, his gaze abruptly and harshly faltered.
Something he had never considered; something he had never dared to consider, seemed as though it was about to burst apart and take over his mind.
He suddenly thought of Mrs. Feng, Qin Qiu, and her mother when they first saw Feng Ling, and the expressions they had when they asked if she was a man or a woman and what her age was.
Even after, whenever Qin Qiu's mother met him, she would casually ask why Feng Ling wasn't with him. She would also ask a lot about Feng Ling's matters.
