Feng Yun squinted her eyes.
The sun was intense, and she faced the light directly. It took her a moment to see clearly who stepped down from the carriage, it was Feng Residence's steward, Jin Zhitong.
Xiaoman also saw and called out in surprise,
"Father..."
Her voice trailed off, dropping in tone at the end.
"Why have you come?"
Jin Zhitong did not come alone.
He ignored Xiaoman, bowed to Feng Yun, and after greeting her, turned his head to pull back the carriage curtain, carrying out two small children.
Feng Zhen, Feng Liang.
At the side of the carriage, there was also a child who was Xiaoman's younger brother, the twelve-year-old Jin Yansheng.
Daman had returned to the Feng surname and Xiaoman had been following Feng Yun all year round. With both of her sons already starting their own families, Jin Zhitong had only Yansheng as his child under his care.
Bringing his son over now, what was he intending to do?
Feng Yun looked on expressionlessly, not saying a word.
