In summary, once Feng Ziheng and Chu Liangxia are married, there's no pretense about it, and whatever they want to stir up as a couple is up to them.
Such grown-ups can't possibly be without their own opinions.
"Grandma, go left, left, left... Oh my goodness, I beg you to spare me..."
Feng Zichen was on the verge of desperation.
Playing a parkour game is all about sliding up, down, left, and right. With Ji Damei's lack of direction sense, lasting a minute is considered good. Often, she would crash from the start, leaving Feng Zichen wanting to teach but feeling utterly powerless.
"Feng Zichen!" Feng Yuan called out to him with a stern face.
"Here." Feng Zichen stood up subconsciously.
Giving him a cold look, Feng Yuan chastised, "Can't you be more patient with your grandma?!"
A wronged Feng Zichen: "..."
He had already patiently taught her for the whole day.
But his family's Ji Damei genuinely lacked talent for playing games...
"Zichen, come here."
