Facing Murong Xue's questioning, Chen Feng was at a loss for words.
"Why aren't you saying anything?"
Murong Xue stared at Chen Feng.
Chen Feng sighed, saying: "Murong Xue, there are many excellent men in the world, why would you hang yourself on a single tree? I know I'm the best one, but still, this doesn't mean…"
"Shut up, you." Murong Xue gave Chen Feng a fierce look: "I'm having a serious conversation with you, and you joke around. You're terrible."
As she spoke, Murong Xue could barely hold back her tears.
"Don't cry, I can't stand to see girls cry."
"Then you should talk seriously."
"Let's not talk about feelings now and let it take its own course. I want to ask you, did your family get involved in swindling my father-in-law's Chengfeng Group?" Chen Feng stared at Murong Xue.
Murong Xue was stunned, and promptly shook her head: "My parents and grandfather have no job now and all stay at home. How could they swindle your father-in-law? Absolutely not."
