As soon as Feng Linbai finished speaking, the door to the opposite room opened.
Feng Tianrui rubbed his eyes and asked sleepily, "Good morning, Jiang Yu. Is it my imagination, or did I just hear Fifth…Uncle's…voice..."
Feng Tianrui's words were stuck in his throat.
He looked at the man in front of him and blinked furiously, thinking that there had to be something wrong with his eyes.
"Wait, wait, wait..."
Feng Tianrui rubbed his eyes again.
He was stunned.
It was not his imagination. Feng Linbai was really standing there!
Why was he here?
At Jiang Yu's door?
Moreover, he was holding a tray in one hand while his other was tucked behind his back like a waiter...
What was he doing?
Was he role-playing?
