"It's alright, uncle ..." Gu nianjia immediately replied.
She wanted to tell Lin Yiqian that song Changlin was here.
Suddenly, song Feifei's humiliating words rang in her ears.
"Don't think that others don't know about your feelings for my uncle ..."
If song Feifei could tell, her brother and sister-in-law would definitely be able to tell as well.
Her fingers trembled, and she stopped typing. She guiltily deleted the words "uncle" and replaced it with a full stop.
After she sent the message, she clutched her phone tightly and felt a sense of guilt.
Then, she shifted her gaze to song Changlin. He was still frowning at the computer screen. His expression was as cold as when he first entered the room.
It was as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.
He couldn't feel any warmth at all.
