"Do you have feelings for Di Lingzhi,"
Di Shengjun asked another question.
"What?" Nan Zhifeng was somewhat astounded and a bit uneasy.
"Please answer me."
Di Shengjun's gaze held an indescribable domineering presence that made one unconsciously comply.
"I do," Nan Zhifeng replied instinctively. "He's my brother, he's been good to me, just went about it the wrong way..."
She didn't finish her sentence, stopping in time and defensively asking, "Sir, why are you asking me these questions?"
"Just elder concern," Di Shengjun said with a slight smile. "I won't bother you anymore, goodbye!"
With that, he turned and left...
Nan Zhifeng watched his retreating figure, feeling inexplicably uneasy and filled with questions.
Who exactly was he, and why did he say those things, ask those questions?
"Miss, let's go, the wedding is about to start."
The maids straightened her train, supporting Nan Zhifeng as they left.
...
The wedding officially began.
