The night was falling, and Lin Feng was driving on the outer ring of Beijiang City. He had sneezed several times within half an hour—who was thinking about me? Who wanted to stab me in the back?
As he thought about this, he glanced unintentionally at the rearview mirror, where Lu Yuxin and her daughter were sitting in the back. Lin Feng noticed that Xiao Qinglan was also looking at him, and their eyes met just in the rearview mirror.
Xiao Qinglan's expression was a bit odd, and she suddenly said, "Lin Feng, you should move into the villa tonight."
Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat, and the steering wheel shook a few times, almost scraping against the nearby guardrail.
The beautiful secretary in the passenger seat had a meaningful expression. Although she already knew about the incidents at the ancestral hall, hearing that Lu Yuxin was going to live with Lin Feng still triggered limitless imaginations.
