Zhou Qiuyu's words left Chen Feng stunned.
It was clear that Zhou Quiyu was speaking out of anger, but Chen Feng couldn't just ignore it.
If Zhou Qiuyu really married someone on a whim out of spite, how could he explain it to Zhou Pojun?
Thinking of this, Chen Feng said with a bitter smile, "Qiu Yu, don't say such things out of anger. You're still so young, there's no hurry, haha."
"I'm already twenty-four, how can I not be in a hurry? My best friend's kid is already old enough to use soy sauce," Zhou Qiuyu pouted.
"This... well, you still can't just settle for anyone."
"If you don't want me, I will just settle for anyone."
"You..."
"Brother Feng, let me ask you, do you really have no feelings for me at all, or is it just because of my brother?" Zhou Qiuyu stared at Chen Feng.
"No feelings."
"I don't believe it," Zhou Qiuyu suddenly removed her little dress.
Chen Feng's eyes widened, and he almost had a nosebleed.
