"Tsk tsk, look at Mr. Fu." Feng Jiao stepped out of the cabin and saw Fu Yanhe leading Shen Yanhe by the hand, strolling leisurely ahead.
The two of them looked just like an old married couple, exuding an aura that no one else could penetrate.
It made Feng Jiao envious as she couldn't help but roll her eyes at Xiang Ling'an, who was yawning as he walked out: "Then look at you, huh."
Xiang Ling'an's yawning halted as he gave her a blank look: "What about me?"
Feng Jiao shook her head without speaking and turned to descend the stairs.
Xiang Ling'an glanced in the direction of Shen Yanhe and Fu Yanhe, pondered for a couple of seconds, then quickly stepped forward and took Feng Jiao's hand.
Feng Jiao pursed her lips as a blush spread over her pale earlobes, but she didn't pull her hand away.
Xiang Ling'an turned his head towards her, his eyes and brows hinting at a smile, as he held her hand a little tighter.
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