Su Feng's relatives appeared to be Chinese, as Su Feng and Su Yuying possessed some similar traits to them, but not all.
The dining hall neatly arranged and decorated with fine cutlery and silverware. Many of Su Feng's cousins chatted, stealing glances at the two of them. Su Feng appeared to be uncomfortable, and Song Ren could not quite grasp why.
When he granted her a reassuring gesture, she squeezed his hand back. And she wondered, why did the air feel so thick?
Giving him a side-eyed glance, despite the tension, he was smiling to himself. And she wondered how this jerk change so much since over the years? He beamed just by touching him back. Her cheeks heated.
The waiter's approached the table serving meals, Song Ren wanted to devour the meal, but in front of others, she had to hold herself back. Su Feng coughed a laugh, noticing her dilemma, and she glared at him in a teasing way.
