Beiting Huang was not afraid that Dongfang Jiao would tell others about her. She turned her head and stared at Chu Feng. Her eyes were filled with guilt, heartache, and warmth. "Of course Chu Feng is my cousin. My mother is Yue Mengying. Cousin Chu Feng's mother is Yue Mengqin. Our mothers are biological sisters. If we're not cousins, what are we?"
"You're Aunt Mengying's son? You're actually Aunt Mengying's son?" Chu Feng was so shocked that he grabbed Beiting Huang. He, who had always been especially warm to Beiting Huang, grabbed Beiting Huang's arm with iron pincers and was very excited. At this moment, his eyes that were as cold as ice shot out flames like the sun in June. He hugged Beiting Huang and muttered, "That's great. You're Aunt Mengying's son."
