Feng Lin flipped in the air and landed steadily on the ground.
"Xiao Wei, how did you come to know Feng Lin?"
Meng Changsheng asked with a smile.
"I'm now a person under the peony flower, Feng Lin asked me to hold the fort." Wei Wei lowered her head to look at Meng Changsheng's amputated leg, "Who did this?"
"So many years have passed, I would rather not bring up the past."
Meng Changsheng had no intention of discussing the incident of his leg, "I can't believe you're still alive, that's wonderful."
"Brother Changsheng, why are you here? What's your relationship with Feng Lin?"
Wei Wei turned back to look at Feng Lin.
"He's my grandson," Meng Changsheng explained with a smile.
"What? You're married? Who's your wife?" Wei Wei grabbed Meng Changsheng by the ear, "You clearly said you'd wait for me to grow up!"
"Damn! This old man, not bad at all."
Feng Lin couldn't help but roll his eyes; Meng Changsheng was very skilled.
Wait for her to grow up.
