"Well then, I'll take a guess," Chen Feng said. "I'm guessing your grandfather is happy to use you to rope me in, so that I serve the Yang Family, thereby elevating your family's status within the hidden divine clans. If possible, even if I were to marry you, your grandfather would be pleased. Perhaps that's precisely what he's hoping for—that I marry you. Did I guess right?"
Hisss.
Yang Yun'er stood up in shock, her mouth agape as she stared at Chen Feng.
Because Chen Feng had guessed every bit of it correctly.
"Haha, so it's really like that, huh?"
Chen Feng laughed heartily.
"You... how did you figure it out?"
Yang Yun'er couldn't help but ask.
"It's pretty simple, you practically had it written all over your face," Chen Feng said.
"This…since you've guessed it all, then what do you think?" Yang Yun'er asked nervously.
"Marrying you is absolutely impossible. I don't like frigid girls," Chen Feng said with a smile.
