In the past, Feng Biyan would never believe in things like sixth sense, but he didn't know when it started, but he suddenly believed it.
Guan Qingyan, who was feeding Yun Er, burst out laughing when she heard this.
"What's wrong? Our materialists are suddenly starting to believe in feelings?"
"What's so good about believing in this illusory thing? It's just that you don't have confidence in your own abilities."Guan Qingyan imitated Feng Biyan's tone and burst into laughter.
The more Feng Biyan thought about it, the more familiar this sentence sounded, as if he had heard it before.
Seeing his confused expression, Guan Qingyan kindly reminded him,""These are the words you said to me in the past. Now, I'm returning them to you intact. Could it be that I didn't learn it well?"
" Tsk." Feng Biyan felt like he had shot himself in the foot. He coughed twice." It doesn't seem like it. You're with me every minute and every second. Why haven't you learned anything?""
