Feng Churui took the card and held her hand as they walked out. “You also said that they are Americans, and you are Chinese. Black is your main color.”
After getting into the car, Wu Xuewei was still pouting in puzzlement. When she saw him turn the car around, she could not help but be curious. “Where are we going? To have afternoon tea?”
“To have dinner with your Uncle Rong and the others.”
“Uncle Rong, Uncle Tang, Uncle Feng...”she sighed heavily. “You think I don’t have to call you uncle anymore? Your relationship is all messed up. “You see, I call sister Anning sister Anning, but Uncle Rong is Uncle Rong. My relationship is all messed up.”
Feng Churui recalled the first time she met Anning. She refused to call her aunt but insisted on calling him sister. Now that he thought about it, it turned out that she had this kind of peace of mind. Presumably, she had already had improper thoughts about him back then?
