Feng Yi suddenly wanted to laugh. He dragged out the last syllable, his thin lips curled up, and his eyes flashed with evilness. "So, you can't do it today?"
Yu Fei said, "That's right, I'm not feeling well today, so I can't do it."
"Oh, okay, don't cook it then. Cook when you're better. I'm not in a hurry to eat." Feng Yi's gaze became more meaningful, the smile on his lips deepening, his eyes narrowing.
Yu Fei was speechless. Something doesn't seem right. Should we do it? Was she being teased by Feng Yi?
"Feng Yi, you!" She glared at him angrily, her face flushed red. Why was this man acting like a hooligan in front of his son? He was getting more and more shameless! She had a cold expression on her face when she was outside. Why did she seem to have changed into a different person when she was alone with him? Could this be his true face?
