Ye Qingqing gave Chen Feng a blank look but said nothing.
Yuan Zhi, however, laughed and said, "Chen Feng is really humorous. No wonder he's charmed Qingqing."
"Aunt Yuan is kidding. I just don't know how to speak," Chen Feng said modestly.
"What Aunt Yuan? Call me mom in the future."
Ye Fuchen reminded him seriously.
"This..." Chen Feng was astonished. Asking him to call her mom was making it difficult for him.
Yuan Zhi saw Chen Feng's embarrassment and said, "Fuchen, look how eager you are. You have to let the child adapt. Besides, I'm not used to it either."
"Yes, Aunt Yuan is right," Chen Feng said hastily.
"Good, then take your time to adapt," Ye Fuchen said indifferently.
Chen Feng and Ye Qingqing had dinner at Yuan Zhi's home before returning to the Mansion of Longevity together.
By now, it was nearly noon, and the sun was overhead. However, because it was close to the New Year, the sun was not scorching, and the cold wind made it chilly for ordinary people.
