Feng Jinrui held a cup of ginseng tea, standing in the courtyard, staring blankly at her.
Hua Rong came out from inside, her steps still light and frivolous, but her face looked exceptionally unsightly.
"What are you doing here?" she said, her words laced with barely hidden anger.
There was also a trace, almost imperceptible, of unease.
Feng Jinrui looked up, meeting her gaze and spoke softly, "I wanted to bring mother something..."
"What did you hear?" Hua Rong's voice grew a few degrees heavier.
Feng Jinrui shook his head.
Hua Rong didn't know whether to believe him; she and the matron had been speaking anxiously just now and hadn't noticed someone had already entered the courtyard.
At this distance, an ordinary person might not have heard what they just said.
But Feng Jinrui's internal skills were not lacking.
Unless he had not paid attention, if he had intentionally eavesdropped, he surely would have heard something.
