Fearing that Dong Huang would say something that would make his little bride misunderstood him, Chen Jianmin quickly explained, "Xiao Huang, you misunderstood. Brother Jianmin wasn't staring at Liu Fuyan."
Scratching her head, Dong Huang asked again, "Then who were you staring at, Brother Jianmin?"
Before he could reply, Feng Lin chimed in, "If it wasn't Fuyan, then was it Brother Dong Li?"
Since Feng Lin and Liu Fuyan were close in age, they called each other by name.
Chen Jianmin's forehead wrinkled in exasperation as the misunderstanding grew wilder. While he was thinking about how to deal with these two curious radishes, he could only show a stiff smile.
He admired Dong Li's patience with Dong Huang's antics. If it had been his own sister, Chen Jianyan, who asked such questions, he might have flicked her forehead by now.
